Lost Heros
09-29-2017, 08:02 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-29-2017, 08:11 AM by wiltingMyosotis.)
Lost Heros
The hero stumbles backwards, struggling to fight against the curse running through their body. The land around them takes no pity, the rocks and gravel making them miss every step. They can see the crystal before them, glowing, as if taunting them.
Their grasp on their weapon weakens. They wince and stare at the sky, pleading it for one more chance. One more. They needed to make this right.
Their story could not end here.
Alas, there was no one to pity them. No one to protect them, to lift the curse. Their body falls, laying to rest with all the other heros before them.
This is the tradegy that befalls the land of Dennard.
Their grasp on their weapon weakens. They wince and stare at the sky, pleading it for one more chance. One more. They needed to make this right.
Their story could not end here.
Alas, there was no one to pity them. No one to protect them, to lift the curse. Their body falls, laying to rest with all the other heros before them.
This is the tradegy that befalls the land of Dennard.
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Character Creation: Begin
A voice calls out. “Awaken.”
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███ wakes up. They're feeling rather.. something. This is a rather new feeling. Hm.
“Good,” the voice says. Something tells ███ that whoever that is, they pretty satisfied. “Now, can you tell me something about yourself?”
███ tries to search for memories inside their head. It feels as if like something was being poured in their mind.
“Anything will do. Your faveorite colour? Food? Memory?”
A voice calls out. “Awaken.”
███ wakes up. They're feeling rather.. something. This is a rather new feeling. Hm.
“Good,” the voice says. Something tells ███ that whoever that is, they pretty satisfied. “Now, can you tell me something about yourself?”
███ tries to search for memories inside their head. It feels as if like something was being poured in their mind.
“Anything will do. Your faveorite colour? Food? Memory?”