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Who knew if it was in the waters whose deep ebony was as malevolent as the green it nourished in the trees? Who knew how it had reached the birds in the air to make them drop so sudden? Mind can only ponder, eyes can only stare. Something restless frightened the goats, stalked them in the night, until one by one they disappeared. It was something bodyless that felled them, something the hunters could not snare.
Its not unheard of to have still bodies at birth, but in more than a score of piglets, could life no longer come from the earth? The drums ceased their beating when a mother began to wail, the silence deepened, the fear thickened everywhere, no anguish could undo, no mother, no human could bear, could comprehend the stillbirth baby there, what the darkness had forged afar, it now unleashed near, here.
They say it followed you from the grave, it clung to the healer's breast, when she had laid her care to rest, they say it took your kin, as one soul was ripped out the end of the next must begin, they say only few were saved but what was left was sick and depraved!
When it gripped you the ache grew like thunder, the skin burned with hell, the bowels were tormented by angry spirits but until the limbs went lifeless then began the hell. It had moved from the waters, it had fallen with the birds, it had grown in goats' bellies, flourished in the baby piggies but now human blood it preferred!
Horror tore our souls asunder as we watched from the sides, watched the red dripped from their eyes, dried to a slick murk near their mouth, red river trickled over black stains from the wells of the nostrils and the walls of the gums, from the private orifices, watched and could do nothing as life and blood hemorrhaged out!
Do, do, what could we do? When all had cried and shout, when all were buried and our misery and despair remained steadfast and stout, when the malevolence finally burned itself out, we hated it in our hearts and named it so others may point out. This was the atrocity that killed with no mercy, this was without a doubt, that which is nefarious as sin and as mysterious as the black waters within, the river named of the Lingala tongue, Ebola, near Yambuku, where the evil named of black river bore down the malice of its black crown!
Its not unheard of to have still bodies at birth, but in more than a score of piglets, could life no longer come from the earth? The drums ceased their beating when a mother began to wail, the silence deepened, the fear thickened everywhere, no anguish could undo, no mother, no human could bear, could comprehend the stillbirth baby there, what the darkness had forged afar, it now unleashed near, here.
They say it followed you from the grave, it clung to the healer's breast, when she had laid her care to rest, they say it took your kin, as one soul was ripped out the end of the next must begin, they say only few were saved but what was left was sick and depraved!
When it gripped you the ache grew like thunder, the skin burned with hell, the bowels were tormented by angry spirits but until the limbs went lifeless then began the hell. It had moved from the waters, it had fallen with the birds, it had grown in goats' bellies, flourished in the baby piggies but now human blood it preferred!
Horror tore our souls asunder as we watched from the sides, watched the red dripped from their eyes, dried to a slick murk near their mouth, red river trickled over black stains from the wells of the nostrils and the walls of the gums, from the private orifices, watched and could do nothing as life and blood hemorrhaged out!
Do, do, what could we do? When all had cried and shout, when all were buried and our misery and despair remained steadfast and stout, when the malevolence finally burned itself out, we hated it in our hearts and named it so others may point out. This was the atrocity that killed with no mercy, this was without a doubt, that which is nefarious as sin and as mysterious as the black waters within, the river named of the Lingala tongue, Ebola, near Yambuku, where the evil named of black river bore down the malice of its black crown!
Tales from the forgotten realms 1
Nalitheledus was also known as "The kingdom of Evenfall". Should you come to it by day, when the sun is at its zenith, it would appeared as an earthly gloaming in the distance, as if the sky was sundered and bled. And should you come to it by night, then you would think the sun had become stuck upon the earth's girdle and the darkness elsewhere would never depart, for this twilight will forever be our only light besides starlight.
It was most unsettling to beheld and many who set eyes upon it did not enter, so strong was its vista of the world's end. Yet Evenfall was, as the brave that ventured forward would soon find, the most wondrous of r
Towers of moon, Dungeons of Dragons
"Umraculo factum sidere, imperium hoc auteum ostium revertere ,nisi tetigit me aut die!" The bolts barred themselves, closed by the shadows cast from starlight only to be undone by her touch or be overcome by day. The spell's power would preserve bolt to door and door to wall, wall to adjoining walls, all encompassing such that mere force or any force could undo its command.
Command, if only she could exert such power over all else then the towers of moon and the dungeons of dragons would cease their war and be in peace as one. But the fates did not grant her such sovereignty, so now she must build secret bridges over dark waters and call up
The Secret Ones!
They are robed in beauty beyond measure,
Perfected bodies' promise of endless pleasure,
Wicked passion burns in bedroom eyes,
Pellucid blues in which the red secret hides.
Of the Erotes touch they had but one,
Himeros carnal beguile, erotic smile, come-hither, wanton form,
But when Eros saw below their sultry mantle what was spun,
He bore his gift away upon a mighty storm.
Caress upon thighs and kisses below navel,
With every moan you enter deeper into their fable,
Strength cannot defy the desires their lips can muster,
Ecstasy tightens grip in softest hair, rich in lustre.
Lips of a God upon your bosom,
Upon your nape, your lip
Grim Benefactions.
It was soothing to hear the drops patter,
The slow drip of velvety soft splatter.
It almost cooled the burning at the wound,
The smooth breathless flow of a human doomed.
The quilt was covered in leaves of forest litter,
Their white fading to the red delving deeper.
The pillow snuggled my head like a fluffy cloud,
A silent figure crossed the moonlight bridge in a darken shroud.
Silver beads dripped like dew from my eye,
The wind gently brushed my hair as it went on by.
He strung my tears like crystal jewels upon a golden thread,
They briefly mirrored the dreadful hooded face besides my bed.
The bed soundlessly began to float,
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