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When Shadows Reign



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Tue Mar 14, 2017 3:03 pm
Featherstone says...



Medieval, Fantasy

It was just a day, a day like any other day. Then the moon rose and blocked out the sun. Great ashy clouds covered the once-blue sky.

And then the demons came.

Fire.

Horror.

Chaos.

Death.

Serpents' tongues of destruction crackled through the hovels, devouring everything in their wake. The inferno blazed with a life of its own, with only one desire: ruin. The blaze razed the place, sparing nothing.

A disparaging dread came over the villagers as the fire came and the sun was blotted out by the foreboding moon. Horror found its way into their hearts as the Legions of Hell came, butchers as the human lambs came to the slaughter. Screams of agony pierced the air, smoke rising with the stench of scorched flesh ascending with it. Dread turned to fear, fear to horror, horror to panic as turmoil ensued.

Discord reigned the field as the cacophony of cries and yells of distress joined the pandemonium of chaos as demon-kind ravaged everything in their path with no order or plan or purpose but the simple instinct to annihilate.

None were left to sing the requiems of the dead after the nightmare unfurled. Carnage, bodies, blood. A silent oblivion.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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