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Aegrus - ProlougeIn the Streams of Forgetting sits a woman by the name of Mist. Wanderers often came to her for advice, and she always blessed them with Reality, the one and only thing Aegrus never would own.
But this time, Mist was looking for help.
The nightmares of the twisted landscape could not be drowned in the Streams, and she had seen to much. The screams, the blood, sometimes even the unnatural sound of the deformed and vile creatures last breath. But only sometimes.
Mist was not human, not at all. The only humans left after the Tailor was 3 champions, she knew that, but she never thought about it. Mist was a nymph bound to the Streams for eternal service. She was destined to bring down Reality to the people wanting to forget, as forgetting came with the cost of mind and soul. She, and no other, was allowed to bathe in the Streams, letting all the memories of the past be washed away. But now, she was worried she would never come back.
She looked upon the horizon, seeing the Hiveminds that neve
PATIENT INTERVIEW: LILLITH KEY 1PATIENT INTERVIEW
DR. LUCY BOOTH, PATIENT NAME LILLITH KEY, HIGH RISK WARD 1
MORCROW ASYLUM 14:7
LB: Hello, Lillith.
LK: Let me out of this straight jacket!
LB: You would burn down this place if I did that. I don't know how, but all the incidents with fire you had in the past, after they searched you and the scene of crime, they never found anything to start the fire. How did you make it?
LK: That is one of my many secrets, Dr. Booth. That is your name, right?
LB: Yes, that is my name.
LK: You are my doctor?
LB: I am H.R. Ward 1's doctor, not only yours.
LK: I will let you live. But you will not see me here anymore.
LB: What do you mean?
LK: Just wait, doctor. Just wait. It is has started.
LB: What is this? Where did this fire come from? HELP! HELP ME! GOD, SOMEONE HELP ME! SHE IS ESCAPING!!
TAPED INTERVIEW INTERRUPTED 14:12
Ordbog over Idamelastiansk+mere.Din far er en elver: Øh, ja, din far er en elver. Seriøst.
Det er en graviditets-test! Og den er positiv! Tillykke!: Du skal være far/mor. Og så ved du det ikke.
De kigger på dig og du indser, at at der er ild i dit hår: Du har ingen anelse om hvad der skal ske overhovedet. Og så skal du bruge en spand vand.
En sæk kartofler påhængt et maleri: Nej, det er simpelthen for klammo.
Nonner.... og bananer: De vigtigste grundstoffer. Seriøst, man kan ikke leve uden.
Bulldogfisk: Gud. "Og de pålagde ham den hellige Daisy af Bulldogfiskene, og han så det var godt."
Der er en hest under vinduet / Le cheval sous la fenetre: Der er noget galt. I øvrigt kan nævnte hest ikke ses af andre en Thea Flyrh.
Vær hvor gæst, du en hest!: Det er egentlig kun mig der siger det. Oh, well.
Undskyld, hr. Sabeltand, det vil jeg ikke gå med til: Bruges hvis en lærer, voldtægtsmand, politiker,
Worjacal- Ronoin, part 1The dark magics where forbidden in Kanengard, the capital of Erhnale. That made Ronoin very angry. He was a disciple of Elueme, The goddess of fear and shadows. The magic he practised was dark, but it was just as dark as the magic the disciples of Okapiho, the god of dead, and the magic they used where not banned. The followers of dead where needed.
The attic he hid in was poorly lit. When the king Tolf declared darkness evil, the practitioners of dark magic where hunted by the newly created special force, the Sunray Legion. He had cleared the house of inhabitants with his magic, creating a ghost house with shadows and fear causing magic totems. The house got a bad reputation between the kids in the street. A day, a boy went up to the house. The boy was one of the ones from the bad district, the district with the small cottages made of small stones and dirt. He was walking casually up the house. Ronoin smiled. The boy would die of fright.
The boy walked in
Worjacal - Prologue"Over the decades, Ehrnale has been involved in many wars, the latest one, called the "Morkul War", named after the little town of Morkul where the greatest and most important battle happened. The war started when the witch, Ulariena, gathered an army of the poor humans, the Lilyra (mist elves), the Ulanyra (swamp elves) and lastly, the evil Daemons.
Ha, what a bunch of lies. I never gathered the daemons, they just came."
Ulariena layed the book on the table. The daemon general, Pyr, smiled at her. She was over a hundred years old: a pact with the evil god Adaghar made her look young. It was like time didnt leave any mark on her, left her as beautiful as the youngest maiden. "My lady, soon, you will strike against Tolf's armies and rule Ehrnale." the daemon said. Daemons where strange creatures, demons, but not demons, with red skin, wings and horns. The only thing missing was their tail. But where demons where big and bulky, daemons where tall and slender, and knew magic fro
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