Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate Posted June 14, 2020 Share Posted June 14, 2020 No one can stop him None can stand against his might His anger fuels all 3 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate Posted June 16, 2020 Share Posted June 16, 2020 Do not gaze too long... Survivor Murderer No! I ran, I ran and got away! They let you let you let you! They let you get away! Gatherer Ensnared No! I was foraging, but I got away! It's still here! It captured your spirit! Guest Herald No! I was there in innocence! It was the aggressor! They know you! You let them follow you! Researcher Torturer Yes! It will die by my hands! But first it will suffer! It did not want to be caught! It was innocent! YOU MADE IT MURDER! 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Denis Dyack Posted June 17, 2020 Share Posted June 17, 2020 [uSER=492]@Jerion 'Wyverntamer' Kràl[/uSER] love this one! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sundowner Posted June 24, 2020 Share Posted June 24, 2020 (edited) THE ETERNAL HUNT When the sun goes down I run into town Stalking my prey I hope they've lost their way Isolation is key I smile with glee When the time is right I move into light Disembowel them with might I howl into the night For I shall remain eternal Edited June 24, 2020 by Sundowner 2 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheLoreWriter Posted June 25, 2020 Share Posted June 25, 2020 (edited) My necromancer Mandreth in the DnD game I play is writing verses about the world he intends on creating. I think I'll share some here. CHILD OF RAGE Rise, Oh Rise my child of rage The night is long this year The sun grows dim like dying coals To summon mortal fears Though men may stand with torch in hand The darkness will consume Each step and swing of mortal steel Plants bloody seeds in bloom Your vengeance sweet will sate your thirst But not tonight my son You’ve only just begun your task There’s still much to be done The living in their endless greed Have wasted all they had The pure of heart are all but lost The wisest, driven mad My child of rage, your time has come To bring the damned to terms Condemn these fools who pray for naught ‘Til all their world has burned Destroy their shrines on hallowed ground Lay waste to all their gods The doors of death are left unbound The age of men is lost Your brethren wait with baited breath To see your wrath unveiled You, firstborn son of war and death Will walk the avenger’s trail My revenant son, so pure you are To thrive by naught but rage Go forth with blessings in your hand To end this mortal age Edited June 27, 2020 by TheLoreWriter 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheLoreWriter Posted June 25, 2020 Share Posted June 25, 2020 Got another one for the armies of the dead. I borrowed a verse from the WWII poem [iSPOILER]In Flander's Fields[/iSPOILER] by Canadian [iSPOILER]John McCrae[/iSPOILER] The Drums Do you hear the beating drums Pounding steady, strong, and loud Like a heartbeat for the dead As the armies march unbowed Legions thirst for war and battle Carnage, greatest of desires Harvest men like fattened cattle Reared to feed thirsting vampires On they hammer, on they pound Hear the war drums’ endless sound On cadaverous fields like hungry crows Ghouls will flock in droves If the body is a temple Desecrate that sacred grove They will learn we cannot die What is dead cannot be killed With horror and revulsion, We will break their mortal will On they hammer, on they pound Hear the war drums’ endless sound Once mortal soldiers, weak and frail Wrought by fears and doomed to fail Now we fight ten thousand strong Welcomed into the legion’s throng We are the dead, short days ago we lived Felt dawn, saw sunset’s glow But now we march across the fields To go to war with living foe Hear the drums, hear them sound On they hammer, on they pound 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheLoreWriter Posted June 25, 2020 Share Posted June 25, 2020 (edited) The Marching Tide We do not rest Not while our task is unfinished We do not sleep Not while there is work to be done We know no fear Not while our hearts lie unbeating We do not speak Not while our actions speak louder We know no mercy Not when the weak will rule We bear no names None but the Marching Tide Edited August 12, 2020 by TheLoreWriter 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheLoreWriter Posted June 26, 2020 Share Posted June 26, 2020 Unsated The hunger gnaws unending When blood and flesh are left to spoil Into corpses, ghouls are rending, Feasting like a flame to oil Charming beauty hides a malice Craving blood of human life Vampire’s claw cuts deep and raw And fang bears draining bite Revenant rage burns without end To punish crimes unrighted But merciless to innocence When anger is ignited The liche cares not for what is found In wealth or mounds of gold Its only lust are tomes of dust And secrets left untold A touch of death and lifeless grin A vessel born in endless strife The wight is cruel, dark, and grim Compelled to snuff out human life Screaming hymns of loss and woe The Banshee wails her song A dirge to trap her victim’s mind Their tortured pains prolonged Ghostly shadow of a soul None can keep the wraith contained Born from torment, anguish, toil All will share this spectre’s pain 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mournblade Posted June 28, 2020 Share Posted June 28, 2020 (edited) "A Paean" To traverse stagnant waters Into the seas of red No oars are manned, no sails are raised. With sword and axe And claw and fang The vessels make the way. To tear the veil of life With scythe that cut the reaper Edited June 30, 2020 by Mournblade 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Denis Dyack Posted June 28, 2020 Share Posted June 28, 2020 These are really getting great guys! @TheLoreWriter - some really great work especially loved the John McCrae hommage! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Scara Posted July 1, 2020 Share Posted July 1, 2020 (edited) Fear is bound to mortality the Dead see it as an abnormality The Well Bred fear a revolt by the serfs, Forever cursed to think the worst is coming. Don't worry little lord the horde are not coming for your seat. They are far too busy tending the land to lay a hand on your precious throne. The serfs grow fearful of a Drought, so have no doubt little lord they have more to worry about then your position. But, worry not for your condition is not unfounded. For they all should fear what is to come. For the Dead toll for all. Edited July 5, 2020 by Lord Scara 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate Posted July 1, 2020 Share Posted July 1, 2020 A/N: The start of the family upheaval that is the background to my Liche and Revenant backstory. Raesha and Dritor, one is kind, mostly, and one is an asshole, completely. The girl was born in a happy family. The boy was born in a happy family. The girl grew up with a good friend. The boy grew up with a good friend. The friend lost his family. The friend took his family. The girl was a good friend. The boy was a bad friend. The girl loved him. The boy hated her. The girl cared for their pets. The boy cared not for them. The girl watched them grow. The boy watched them wither. Yet no matter how careful she was… They never seemed to last… 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Scara Posted July 1, 2020 Share Posted July 1, 2020 Beast Within Such a sinner is my inner beast he achieves to deceive with not much to believe in. It has been years and it moves him to tears drowned under his fears. But, even so there is one who keeps him sane through the endless rain. She makes him feel like a winner even in the dead of winter. She was truly the best gift he could have ever received before, he was drifting into an abyss and he thought he would not be missed. How a bit of curiosity saved him from the brink of despair where he thought no escape was imaginable. The existence that once felt unbearable became one that he wanted to share with her. So this is dedicated to the dove who taught me how to love again. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate Posted July 5, 2020 Share Posted July 5, 2020 A/N: They are growing up... They approached their adult life Knowledge of pain and strife Deep ingrained in their mind She would be kind He would repay in kind As was custom They would dance As was custom They would mask She to show her true colours He to hide his true feelings To show the world who they were To hide from the world what they thought Laid to the world bare Laid to the world superficial Both hid in darkness What they wanted the other not to know 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sundowner Posted July 9, 2020 Share Posted July 9, 2020 Life unchained Mortality domained Our souls remained The body is fleeting When the blade and carcass come meeting Avoided the reaping The void we don't greet Even when cut down like wheat We transcend our heartbeat. Life and death deflowered The undead empowered And the hopeless enamored 3 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate Posted July 13, 2020 Share Posted July 13, 2020 What started Dritor's lust for power, and Raesha's lust for battle, an encounter with ... s̸̡̲̩̬͈̦̆̓̌̅̐̚ỏ̶̢̨͙̬̙̠͈̳̰̼͍̦̟͍̇̇̍̀̉̌͐̚ͅm̴̛͎͈̰̮͍̪̙̳̳̣̼̗̅̏̀͌̍͋̃͗ͅḛ̶̡̛̛̼̠̣͓̰͎̳̭̓́̂̾̀͠ṯ̶̆͆̒̎̎̽̾̈́̈́͐͝h̷̛̤̜̫̙͎̼̦̖͇̝̦̆̅̈́͆̈́̚͘͜ͅį̸̛̲̟̜̭͖̯̣̩͕̰̖̎̈̂̎͋̉͂̑̔̇̚̚n̵̺̼͚͙͕̱͑̈́̇̓̐̊͊̇̇̍̉̍͛̚̕͠ğ̵̨̧̨̨̡̱͉͚͕̟̮̭͖͚̓̈̋̈́̈́̌̐͌͊̏ Glowing eyes All that haunt them Are glowing pinpricks From when they disturbed The tomb locked in ice Searching for a gem Lost to the lyrics Of the town elders overheard In youthful arrogance They did not stand a chance All they could do was run Nevermore would they Return to the tomb Where they nearly Found their end Nevermore… Until their truest end 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate Posted July 14, 2020 Share Posted July 14, 2020 Their adult lives... and its ending. She was taught how to heal He was taught how to fight She taught him the secrets He taught her the ways To rule the battlefield was her passion To know the universe was his goal We will share in this, they promised Yet one broke it all She learned the battlefield He learned the universe She knew what her emotions were He knew what his emotions should be She learned them in the blood soaked fields He learned of them in the deepest labs To rise above them was their goal But to do that they’d need to know How each and every emotion felt And so he taught her the deepest betrayal And so he taught himself the highest pride She trusts no one now, no more He never did such foolishness Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 Death Unencumbered What is dead cannot bind; Through sands of madness, Through rivers of time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 Into the Night What is red, With death's wings on fire flight, Streaking into the bleak obsidian night. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 Dressed in Skin Dressed in skin to please the devil. You hunt the world in painted revel. Run the trusting to the ground. I need you! I need you! As pain makes its sound. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 Smell of Crimson Death The door is shut. Sprayed wet in the dark. Someone's screaming. Please make it stop, Then Silence. Dripping hot, sticky wet. Empty silence, Inside and out of my head. The sound of ripping Then Washed in pale light. Sitting in a pool of hot, wet. Like a crimson carpet on the ground. Blood. Screaming. Bodies, silent and staring. Everything before empty in my mind, painted with blood. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 Hark Into the Dark Hark into the dark. Like a kiss, A whispered song in your ear, An ecstatic lover welcoming you home. Fall into the night, For none ever escape it, Shadows at the walls, Lights that catch the alleys. Welcome the unlit, For it welcomes you, For it hungers for you, A whispered song in your ear, A soft kiss upon your neck, Wetness, Blood, Welcome the blackness, For it welcomes you.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 Whisper If You Can Memories whisper why, Down deep in this bottle, Alcohol soaked dreams care not to murmur. Memories, Memories of ages deep. Haze of my delirium, And in my heart I find little bits of obsidium. For what am I and what are they twofold. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 Wilting of the Nightshade Would you pick a rose or a wilting nightshade? Wilt, a sign that the flower is dying. Limp, the depression of the flower world. Soon the night will come where it will disappear... Forever.... And, then, as is it lay dying, alone, lonely, All the flowers will look out into the sun. The light having vanished in the grass, Darkness.... Wilting petals fall like counting numbers, The last hour running thin, With each falling petal to mark the decline. Alone.... Lonely... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 Terror Renewed From Below Curled horns, the thing had curled horns! It arose from that foul swamp like a fly to shit! It arose with such presence that the very sight made me scream! Then it looked to me, where eyes should be to see, but yes it looked to me! What courage can a man muster when hell itself rises from the mirth! My legs like noodles were not soon to fall away! Every sight, every thought, everything, came to me in twirling agony, in repetitive terror, in wrenching abysmal horror! It moved the way no, nothing, no thing should move, siraling, spurling, no human word could give it proper! It came dripping, oozing that ungodly muck of the timeless bog! It had no mouth, by god, it had no mouth! Oh, the silence, the sinister, innocent, laughable, quiet! It would inflict untold horror, agony, consumption, torture untold! Oh but why, why does it exist, why me? Then it did something worst of all...it loved me.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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