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Moonlight HuntThe forest was quiet when night fell and darkness consumed the lush trees. No animal stirred, not even the breeze as the night was clear. Except for a village where was music and laughter was in the air. Dwarves were laughing and talking as they drank and sang under the lanterns that were strung from tree to tree, house to house, glowing with yellow light. People were laughing and clapping as the musicians were playing. Flutes, lutes, and drums were sounding as women and men were dancing. Older children running around with smiles on their faces, as the younger ones gathered and listened to tales of old. A large table was set with candles and plates with utensils as appetizers were placed on large platers. Nearby was a large fire pit, just having wood and the spit being placed, preparing for the late-night feast as the stars were watching down on the sight. As everyone was joyous and happy, a group of fifteen Dwarves stealthily walked into the forest, not wanting to disturb the merrimen
4CD: The Beginning- Ch 10It was two day to the finals of the tournament and Deceit knew that Demise won't have the guts to tell Venom the truth about the ordeal of the corpse's life being on the line. She still didn't understand how a corpse could die, but it was Hell and she was a mortal in her past life, so it did make sense. She never understood humans really. Just the men that she seduced when she was allowed on the surface. As the succubus was looking for her friend, she of course, found her training in a cage with a trainer, jumping and dodging a false weapon. "Venom," she said as she approached the scythe-wielding vampire.
"Time," she called to the trainer, who nodded and backed off. The long black and purple haired vampire walked up to the fence and looked at her with wondrous green eyes. "Yeah?"
"I have to tell you something."
"What is it?" She asked as she dismissed her weapon with concern in her voice and eyes.
"It's about Demise. I found out something the other day and I figured this is a good time
4 Crazy Demons: The beginning: ch 9The talk about Sil's death was now hitting the surface. Everyone knew about it. And the worst part was, demons began to point at Demise for murder. She would be the real reason for the fate of the gambling demon was that he won the priceless medallion and the corpse did not want to lose that golden necklace, which was all true, but she did not kill him. But the thing that baffled her, was that the necklace was on found in his remains and she did not have the necklace. Knowing that it would be very risky trying to prove her innocence herself, she had to find the murderer and get that necklace back. Otherwise, she would have Vax and new enemies on her back.
The corpse ran her finger through her long blond hair as she was sitting on the balcony, watching the rivers of lava flow with the black and red sky swirling above. She knew what death was like, but she did not know what it was like to no longer exist. Either being tortured or the rest of eternity or being executed for her crimes of e
Skyrim: SolstheimThe journey to the Morrowind island, Solstheim, was warming up as the cold air was drifting into a warmer climate as Ryvren looked at the Dragonborn as they were looking out on the side of the ship with the water rushing behind the ship. "Why are you taking me with you? Isn't this a Dragonborn thing?"
Keira smiled, "Yes, but I figured that you may miss your homeland, so I decided to take you to an off-the-caost island." She looked at him with kindness. Keira, the Dragonborn, was sent to this island to stop the rising of the past Drangonborn. He never even knew that his trust Listener and Harbinger was also the hero of legend. She was certainly full of surprises.
"Why didn't you take Athis? Not that I'm not grateful or anything." Keira's husband was a Dunmer and Ryvren only has known the woman for a couple of months.
"He doesn't even like going to Windhelm," she admitted, turning back to the water. "It's too close to Morrowind for his tastes."
At that moment, the island came to view and
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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