The Shadow of the Accursed Executioner
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Last published Thu, Mar 14, 2019
By his blade, pointless. Yet, to sentenced the guilty...
For it is Ghen who is cursed... As his right arm, cursed by the appearance of a black phantom limb, and, with his right eye, along gouged of sight; has had succumbed his daughter into a cold and deep sleep of nonexistence...
By it were along ten years bygone then it was during by an unexpected betrayal, under the orders of his own king, was it then that Ghen had then firmly believed of the legend. Of a legend known as... called the Host of the Curse... Where across out toward, for toward the Side East of the seas, midst the Lands of Outer, as there hears of a being which is rumoured to exist upon in a mysterious island. Of an island, that is riddled in of ruin and of shadows... too a blight lives amongst the darkness. And too steeped in its shadows and of its desolate past, from lays the skull of an immortal yet diminished dragon named Panamex. Together, as they would venture through this island's seemingly desolate world, in hopes of ending the Curse, to awaken Ayu, that then would freed her from within the binds of her sleep...
For new bodies to have formed, as the sun lost in a shroud of the overcast world, and as the Curse phases of an uncertainty... Discover an island, that is be plotted here of shadows and in darknesses, lost light, hidden foes, and a secret... that would plunge life within the depths of reality, and revelation...
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Beneath the roots lies a realm unspoken, where shadows breathe and rivers run black. A single step too far unravels the veil between worlds, turning play into curse, and innocence into exile. Beyond the roots, the air itself conspires, forests whisper of forgotten kings, and demons walk as both beasts and men. Yet above that abyss rises a kingdom of warmth, a fragile jewel cradled in sunlight. Its streets awaken each dawn in a riot of color: banners ripple, stalls spill with fruit and cloth, and fountains laugh with crystal spray. Children dart through blooming gardens, their laughter ringing louder than bells, while elders sit beneath arching roots, telling stories of brighter days. Here, joy is stitched into life itself. The baker greets with sugared bread, the blacksmith's hammer sings with the town musicians, and couples dance when lanterns glow like fallen stars. Festivals turn nights into oceans of song, where drums thunder and torches paint the sky in fire and gold. In this place, hope does not hide-it parades, it feasts, it laughs. The people call their home a sanctuary, untouched by sorrow, where each day begins with promise and ends in peace. To live here is to believe, if only for a moment, that darkness is nothing more than a distant dream. But beneath their feet, the roots stretch into silence. For every blossom hides its shadow, and every feast masks a silence that waits. The kingdom may be a cradle of joy, but its foundation drinks from the same soil where nightmares stir. Here, survival is no gift. Every choice is a bargain, every path a trial. What seems human may wear another face, and what seems monstrous may hold a broken heart. Secrets buried for centuries stir in the soil, twisting destiny tighter with every breath. This is not a tale of crowns or kingdoms, but of a world where light is fragile, where hope withers, and where even the roots that bind the earth tremble before what waits below.
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