The Blood Of Ezbengaurd

The Blood Of Ezbengaurd

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Welcome to a realm by the name of Ezbeneth, it is named after the knight whom sacrificed his soul to save the town from the evil lord demon krookin, but with every sacrifice comes a consequence. Instead of the knight defeating the demon, he only postponed its return and became an undead, do to him losing his soul. In fear and out of sheer embarrassment, because he had not killed the demon, he fled and journeyed to a place not yet known to men, but only to soulless beings, such as titans, undead, flesh benders, and much other vile and gargantuant beasts. To reach this place... you must journey not from place to place, but from the living... to the dead. The only way to make this transfer successfully... well, you must either die, or lose your soul and pass through a portal on the hill of death. Why would anyone do such preposterous things, you ask? Because little did the knight know, is that his blood.... is the only thing that can stop the demon from returning, for good.
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