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Butcher of the Sands
Butcher of the Sands
A beast of endless rage,
He can never escape his fiery cage.
In his heart, a thirst for death,
Peace only in his brother's dying breath.
He has nothing left but hate,
Strength is his only redeeming trait.
A rivalry destined to never end,
A sibling bond that can never mend.
A soul twisted by hearts of the vile,
Only slaughter brings him a smile.
Once a being born to defend,
Now he strikes down those he once called friend.
One day he sought to murder his older brother,
To contest him, there was no other.
But as the final blow was about to be struck,
Everything changed, and he was left alone in the muck.
Consumed by fury, he became even more insane,
But then he smelled a familiar scent, and for now he forgot his pain.
After some time of following the smell,
He found his brother, alive and well.
Now Renekton is a champion, and all for one intent,
To slay and to slaughter, he shall never relent.
But one day he swears to end his brother's life,
Perhaps then he shall
Revaltia: To Be With You
Revaltia: The Lost Chronicles VI
To Be With You
Ezreal and Mareina traveled to Voinera in search of answers just what kind of magical power did Mareina possess? Mareina went alone into the Aregarium to display her abilities to a group of powerful sorcerers, and even after a thorough study, her magic perplexed even the most intelligent scholars of Voinera. The scholars informed her that her magic was slightly unstable and could lead to disastrous things if used incorrectly and urged her to give up spell-casting forever, but of course, she didn't listen. The scholars also tried to convince her to stay so that they could study her further, but she refused and promptly left the Aregarium to return to Ezreal, who was waiting at the tavern.
"Welcome back, Mareina," Ezreal greeted her as Mareina sat down at the table in a chair next to him. "What did they say? Heh, I'm sure they were quite a bother... those old geezers never know when to stop talking." The girl
He is a man of wanderlust,
To see the world is what he must.
A fearless adventurer, danger brings him glee,
When the odds are against him, he feels most free.
There is no trial he will not face,
There is no monster that can slow his pace.
He travels the world in search of something new,
In his mind, there is nothing he cannot do.
He wields the magic of an ancient jewel,
But even with great power, he has never been cruel.
But with his gift there comes a hefty price,
He is called to war, only blood will suffice.
When on the Fields, he summons a magic bow,
By a wave of golden energy, you'll soon become slow.
Don't try to surround him, he'll simply shift away,
Don't be his enemy if you want to live another day.
Once the battle is over, he returns to explore,
A new land every day, there's always more and more.
A new treasure or artifact is waiting to be found,
What discoveries lie within each and every unknown mound?
His name is Ezreal and he is the best,
"There are ruins w
World of Revaltia - Part 42
World of Revaltia
A Distant Light
"What do you want with me...?" Mareina's voice was quivering. "I've never seen a being like you before; you're a Revernite Dragon, are you not?" Nevek asked, pulling up a chair. "It's a shame to have you chained up like this I will release you, if you want." The girl nodded slowly, "Please... I don't like this at all..." The crazed scientist undid the chains on one of her wrists, "I promise I'll undo the rest if you don't try to run away." he stared up at her through his cracked glasses his voice and expression were so sincere that it scared Mareina, and so she agreed. "Good," he said, undoing the rest of her chains as promised. The girl sat up and rubbed her reddened wrists, "Are you going to hurt me...?" she was unbelievably afraid she felt extremely frightened and cornered because she knew that Ezreal or Lansen were not there to protect her from harm. "Of course not," Nevek replied. "In fact, I'd like t
Wings of glorious glacial ice,
A phoenix lives not once, but twice.
Immortal herald of frosty might,
By her will, all the world turned to white.
She flies on a chill breeze,
This deity, you musn't forget to appease!
Normally a docile and graceful bird,
Death will follow you after an arrogant word.
A guardian and protector to all that is cool,
To not align with the arctic, you would be a fool.
A powerful blizzard follows in her wake,
To underestimate her would be a grave mistake.
Shards of winter pierce a foe's heart,
To craft icy magic is her greatest art.
All opposers are met with a crystalline wall,
A huge frozen sphere will be the end of all!
A cheerful bird, floating above the snow,
She smiles, for there is a secret that only she does know.
The end will be brought by frigid fury,
A grand fall of ice; a wonderful, wintry flurry!
As the world lay in crystalline sleep,
The glorious Cryophoenix shall not weep.
She will fly among her perfect sculptures 'till the end
The Tale of Cirathiel and Ceres
A place of myth and legend known as Heaven, despite what people may think, does indeed exist. There is a great divine being responsible for the creation of every living being in the Universe, and this being some may call it a god or a deity was especially careful when creating his servants, the Angels. Some Angels were born from clouds and others from diamonds that floated in the skies of Heaven, but the most important ones lived inside an egg-like bubble before they were born. Only the most special, powerful Angels were given a holy bubble to grow in this particular bubble was home to twin Angels who would later be named Cirathiel and Ceres.
The twins were very beautiful, full-grown angels with shining, colorful wings and flowing white hair; after they were born out of their bubble, the two were inseparable. They were extremely close and would never do anything without the other. The Great One, as the Ang
The Serpent's Embrace
The Serpent's Embrace
The mistress of snakes stared up into the night,
She thought of the past, before she had been cursed with stone-sight.
Though her skin turned to scale and her eyes became empty and cold,
Still there were secrets within her heart, waiting to be told.
How she hated to slither instead of walk,
How she hated to hiss instead of talk;
Once, she was beautiful and admired,
A lovely maiden, adored and desired.
Now she was a monster with a deadly glare,
The curse was almost too much for her to bear.
Still, she kept her head high and went on her way,
Never giving up hope for a cure, one day.
Dare not cross her, or you'll soon have a tongue of rock;
So be sure to stay on her good side: remember not to mock.
A lady of poison and fang, but still with her charm,
Remember to appease her to remain free from harm.
As the stars fade from the night sky,
The lady of snakes closes her eyes with a sigh;
Another day she's lived in silent misery,
But she is sure the day will come whe
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