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A tale following the adventures of a small group of ashen warriors in an unforgiving land of Old.
The Land of Old has seen vicious lords and ladies; rich princes and princesses of a most gluttonous, rageous, and promiscuous nature who corrupted the very earth of the lands with vile curses and horrible plagues.
A story of an ancient cataclysmic event known as the First Kindling has been passed down through the generations in myth among the peoples; ancient ruins lay untouched in fear of what is heard in the night, and the day is hardly better with thieves and monstrosities seen often in the forests.
Follow the stories of these brave souls as they conquer this world of danger.
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Part One
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A young man awakens in a sweat, lifting his shaven head drowsily and rattling his chained hands.
"...Wha... What...?" He manages to mutter out, but his head pounds and his lips feel dry and cracked. He could really use a drink.
Where was he? What happened?
His eyes wander groggily to his current surroundings in confusion. He spots four old stone walls, decrepit and dusty. A spike, driven into the wall, seems to be attached to chains, linking to rusty cuffs that sit taut on his wrists. The young man blinks in fear.
Not just because he is lost, but because he has no clue who he is or, even for that matter, what he is.
"H-Hello?" He calls out in whispered tones, unsure of whether this was wise or not.
To his horror, a low gurgle seems to emenate from nearby; reverberating off the mostly empty corridor that is faintly lit by the moonlight he sees from his small, stone cell.
The noise grows louder, and he hears the loud clang of old metal bouncing off of metal, and unnerving scrapes of iron on stone...
By the gods, what was that...?
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It's dark... Everything is so dark... But like it or not I've gotten used to how dark this place can get, it's not like there are windows in the castle dungeon. Eventually my ears pick up some moaning noises from what I can only assume are other prisoners... His prisoners. Looking around I come across the same landscape as always, a black stone cell with these obsidian bars that prevent me from escaping from here... And as a bonus I still have these demonite shackles holding me to the cell wall. But like I said, I got used to it... There's just one thing in this cell that irritates me deeply, sometimes more than him. There is a leak inside my cell, a leak that seems to only come to torment me when there is no more light outside... Or at least it seems that I only notice its existence when the stillness of the night dominates this place. I don't know if it's the lack of content in my mind... Maybe the boredom of this place is finally driving me insane. But I swear, with every drop that falls against this cold floor, it feels like a huge weight falling inside my head, I can't stand listening to that drip anymore, my head won't stop hurting because of it. But I heard something else that made me forget about the dripping for a few seconds, it was the noise of footsteps, footsteps that echoed throughout the dungeon, and I knew exactly who those footsteps belonged to. A few more harrowing seconds pass before his figure forms in the shadows, he approaches my cell and just... Stops. He stopped completely in front of my cell, with his hands behind his back, saying absolutely nothing and just staring at me. This... This irritates me so much. - What do you want? - I growl the question out looking down again, I don't want to have to look at the cocky smile of this... Monster. - A new job has appeared for you... - His voice echoes as his footsteps did before throughout the dungeon.
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