Such power and self assured confidence. I wish I could meet this woman of the DoomRitual vision. What would I say to her? Nothing. I would merely crush her spirit so that my own strength of spirit might be affirmed.
Her sword was broken, But not her spirit. She would fight to the bitter end….
War casts a shadow across the land. It is time then to choose your masque and decide which side you’ll be on…
She sat atop her opponent. She was victorious. The Ogre was slain and she would return home a hero.
Her steambot had been shot to pieces, but that didn’t matter. Time to continue the fight!
The tower of Abud-Gur was shunned by locals with good reason. Perched high on a pinnacle of rock, locals could observe strange flashes of light emanating from it on many a night. None knew the purpose, but all knew that great evil was at work.
As wild as the beasts she commands, she prowls through the ruins of the old city on the scent of her prey.
It rose from the chasm. She could hear it. Feel it. She needed to put the thought of it from her mind and reach the inner calm that would bring her victory….
Now was not the time for her sword to break, even if it was whilst lodged in the skull of her enemy
You cannot pass for I am pledged to guard this path. Turn Back or die!
The situation was hopeless…
The guardian of Skull Tower was dead. Now she would uncover its secrets and the ecstatic sensation of victory rippled through her body
The battle raged on, but there was no end in sight to the sea of vermin that swarmed the battlefield. She knew that the end was close. The only thing left to do was to die well.
In the north west of this land we hear much of the usurping of the petty demon Lord of that realm by one known as Hyak Zule. We speculate that perhaps this is she… Continue reading Demon Queen
My ears bleed, I cannot see. My heart pounds and my head feels as though it will be crushed beneath a monstrous weight. This is how it feels every time our Lord demon speaks to us through the DoomRitual. Little consolation are visions such as this one…
She had travelled far to reach this place. And now here at the end of her journey was nothing but ruin and despair.
this image came to the brethren late in the night.
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