Because everyone else is doing it...
Stories I am working on...
I, Deathlord (redux)- Brain storming
Tales of the First Age (redux)- Brain storming
Old writings that are defunt and now no longer apply...
I, Deathlord- ERROR! Consigned to the Void!
Reflections http://www.thefreedomstone.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=1400
Reflections Part 2 http://www.thefreedomstone.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=3734
The Seven Divine Counselors http://www.thefreedomstone.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=4001
Plotting & Scheming http://www.thefreedomstone.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=4397
Tales of the First Age- ERROR! Consigned to the Void!
Birth of a Dragon http://www.thefreedomstone.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=3567
It's a trap! http://www.thefreedomstone.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=3854
Solar Asskickery http://www.thefreedomstone.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=4016
Solar & Lunar love http://www.thefreedomstone.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=4395
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Deaths Pale Mistress
Essence 7
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- Title: Deathlord-Empress of the Underworld
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- Fighting Style: Close-quarters combat
- Artifact: The Kiss of Midnight
- Location: Unholy Stygia
Deaths Pale Mistress' collection of stories.
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Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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