generation of chaos
A distant land, an ancient legend brought to life, 10 nations seeking to claim it. the war has begun
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Azalan looked up, his eyes as black as night, bleeding crimson. “I-it’s not my fault…” he said, his breath as cold as ice. “I just-” he started as he stabbed the sword into the ground and used it to pull himself up “I don’t know. One second I was in some other time, and then the other, I was here, and they were dead…” Azalan rubbed his face and looked down at his hand “Is-is this blood?” He asked, with a frightened tone.
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“Ok…ok….slow down…..just…explain when youre ready”
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“Tank you…I know,” It nodded.
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“….did….you…mmm…perhaps… Find anything.. .interesting?”
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“eehh…” Erabus thought,”Their- was…a…quake..from- somethin.”
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“Quake…..we….don’t….get…quakes….no one does….not even…the mountain people….land.. Is….still….has been…for…..since…I was….created……over…800 years..m.ago….”
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*Erabus nodded*”Strange…”
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“Humans …make..quakes? Should.. Tell others”
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Smiling at the feline, Little wonder sits down before the fire “some food would be nice”
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*the feline nodded and scampered to the kitchens, returning soon with a bowl of hot food*
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The Harpy grins “thank you,” holding the bowl with his halfwings he begins to eat violently.
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*the feline giggles and walks off*
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*Erabus nodded*”Whichs…way home?”
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*the large hell hound pointed north, then vanished back into the forest*
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“I wasn’t looking through my own eyes. It was as if, I was in another person’s body, one of the ancient people who lived here…” Azalan said and looked down at the sword “I-I think it has to do with this sword.” He said and waved it around. It made a sound as if it was cutting through the very fabric of time. Azalan looked into what seemed to be some sort of an eye shaped gem on the hilt. “Aaagh!!’ He shouted and held his head again. The same pain he had felt before tore through his body. He looked up and everything was red again. His body was twisting and changing. His jaw unhinged almost making two times as wide, allowing large fangs to grow in. His eyes, well his eyes pretty much stayed the same with the whole dark as night thing. But his wings, which were normally pure white and feather, turned black and leathery, breaking the bindings. His feet contorted into murderous three pronged claws, the same for his hands. Azalan looked up at the man in the eye patch and gave a venomous screech. He lunged forward kicking the man in the chest and sending him into a wall.
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