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Phoebuise13
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the moon shining above my dead red eyes. The worms fall from my armour revealing the rotting flesh and rusted metal with lite glimmers of magical energy. Who? Where? I stand where my castle sat for so long, memories of my slaves bring a flame to my eyes. recalling, the lights in the distance are those of the trammies, Luna aaaa yes I shall feed tonight before returning to the damned lands below the harrower. Where is Hargoth....my rotted guts chuckles as I remember i devoured her flesh as my last sacrafice to the dark lords. My castles have fallen, my slaves have died at my hand. Yet tonight I stand here with only my blade and my armour.....and hunger. Hunger for the Trammie fools that sought to put me down, hunger for the darker guilds that betrayed me, hunger for destruction and death, blood and fear. My blade raises into the air I have returned, I stride torwards the city as the portal back to Fel sucks me in. I must have my hunger filled I must find my pack surely some still live, or at least feed here, come to me those who are mine find me here and take me home so we may feast again...................
