Originally posted by Lewious-Tan:

Originally posted by Anatolia:

"Set in predestined motion, a new epoch has marked its arrival. Kept subdued & repressed, the empire stood warily of Prusak's reign. His enduring rule conquered the bleak & dying world. We abide by his hand, his voice, and his command."

"I... am Kryztal. And I have served Prusak... a millennia..."

Yay

I get to write this



Thank you RNGesus

Wonderful then. I do hope that you'll enjoy expanding the story, Lewious.

I remember of watching Winglet's previous SFMs. I look forward to this recent entry, as well as any future ones, if possible. At least, in the coming months.

I enjoyed reading your story, Prusak. I may not be a critic in any way, but to me, its well-written, while also expressing a story of which I view as interesting as well. I'd say that its a swell narrative on your part, Prusak.

Time passed, and the sun faded from sight. The nobleman has made his travel his endeavor. An unknown quest, of which even he is uncertain of. The noblemen has always been contemplating on the nature of all around him. Indeed, much has change in his absence.

Night dawns, he soon encountered what seemed to be a ruined burg. Its very foundation, blighted. Within its battered walls, the buildings lay untouched & barren. Age & time has affected the great village. Within, the nobleman examined what remained.

Nobleman: "I know of this place before. A rural village, its inhabitants were once its only sustenance. In time, the foundations were laid. This agrarian town kept its townspeople in relative peace. No harm, nor war, befall it throughout its entire existence. Even those from other lands noted this aspect. Though... I may be wrong."

As he journeyed further, he came to the revelation of something more. For not only was age the factor behind the town's ruined state, but they were signs of devastation. Not by nature, but by the hands of those responsible.

Nobleman: "The village of Voxrus, marked with the signs of devastation! What could have swallowed its harmonious people & the area to have ravaged them all?"

The nobleman voiced his puzzlement, but at that very moment, sounds of the unknown followed.

*Moaning*

*Screams*

The sounds grew roaring. Its source... nearer...

Nobleman: "My god, what are they? Where have they come from?"

Ominous Voice: "These are the remnants of this town, nobleman. In their end, they did not accept death, however, they assumed an endless existence in the realm of souls & the aberrant. As they rejected the offer of transcendence beyond the grave, they loss not only their form, but also, their will. The passage of time would allow them to manifest once more in life, but they only remain as shades of their former selves."

In his mind, the nobleman pondered.

Nobleman: "I could not stand it, for not only do these "shades" bear a curse akin to mine, but not even the dead could find peace from the madness that consumed them. Death, once more, will be their salvation. From themselves."

As the nobleman prepared himself, armed with his own, he must find a way to escape. Whilst finding a way for their own...

Originally posted by ///automata:

Originally posted by robomagon:

Hero

Paladins

Smite.

"Can a match box?"

"No, but a tin can."

Originally posted by robomagon:

Originally posted by ///automata:

John

Nermal

Normal.

"Set in predestined motion, a new epoch has marked its arrival. Kept subdued & repressed, the empire stood warily of Prusak's reign. His enduring rule conquered the bleak & dying world. We abide by his hand, his voice, and his command."

"I... am Kryztal. And I have served Prusak... a millennia..."

Originally posted by Lewious-Tan:

Moar prompts pl0x

Is it fine if I resubmit my previous writing prompt?

Well, this is interesting to think of, Rust. But for now, I ponder on what will come soon in the coming months.