Earth of War
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Last published Sat, Oct 4, 2014
People fear and respect him, he is nothing but evil, Death's reputation is legendary, He's defeated immortals as mortal, he's killed gods, his scythe strikes fear to the legendary. His scythe is 12 foot long, the blade is 6 foot long and a screaming skull on the back, and a spine wrapped around the black staff.
His robe covers his entire body with black spines sticking out of it, manly on his lower body.
Burqo is the main guy, his parents raised him until 6 then left him because he was too small and weak. During that time he found two long curved blades with spikes on the bottom, that he called Mercuras.
Burqo is blind from the fumes in the world so he uses smell, sound, and feeling to fight and get around.
The world is isn't really advanced, people get around like they did in the old times, but they are ruled by Death's workers called Macolas.
Macolas have a brown old robe with brown old flip flops. They are very short but very powerful.
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