| Board | Roleplay.old [context] |
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| Sender | Zealot |
| Date | Thu Oct 17 16:30:27 2013 |
| To | all |
| Subject | The Darkest Hour |
| Having Settled in nicely in my new form. Everything is so natural I can still remember times before the great sleep death, chaos, destruction, infinite laughter of the Q 1 always stayed black. 1 always laughed no matter the situation. 1 laughed as she cast a necrotic spell of decompose to watch her legs rot off unfortunate turn of events caused a 10 year sleep to heal. Ever eternal. Zealot would return. Sleep Ever so long sleep. Unknown Treasons Waiting to be unfolded before her in a new life - not yet known In a new body. Not the dead wraith feared by all gt {* but the beautiful mermaid, with black piercing eyes...always something ...off One late spring night, the sun was out brighter than high noon, odd for it was some hours after sunset. 1 had awoken 1 had become aware 1 ..........still found it strangely funny. Zealot had been woken in times of trouble. Clan Q was in times of peril and its long time Leader....to be awoken and slowly regain strength to overthrow the falseness of Gods which had been bastardizing the clan for so long. The False One....has to go.......... You will lead once again To Greatness once again All will fear the Shadows of the Past come Nigh. ------------------------------------------------------------------ These pages were torn from the lifeless corpse of Parnassuss Ever doomed to be sealed in crypt of Zealot during her Great sleep. Only to be Decimated by her own sick humour upon her awake |
