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Elf King Chapter 01Storm clouds gathered within the sky. The sun shone through the single mouth of the darkness, shining on the coronation chamber. On occasion, the spires of the sages would be struck by a wayward lightning bolt, but no power came of it, it wasn't yet time for the event.Elf King Chapter 01 by XSkull9
Sebastian sat in the chamber, waiting for the coronation. The last king was unjustly slain. On that day, Sebastian and his wife, Ilena, had been invited to feast with the king. This feast also served to unite the greater knights, Sir Nameless among them, to strategize. A threat from the people of a nearby land sang bitterly for their people and rumors said the heathens commanded demons. Sebastian had fought them before, but they seemed unlikely to use demons.
The feast was doing well until a small group of the savage folk burst in. It was unclear how they managed to get into the castle, or why they were so bloodied, but what was clear was their fury. Their leader was cloaked in the hide of a demonic wolf, bleeding like i
The Fruits of MadnessJoanna stood in stiff silence as the master paced in front of her. "Do be a dear and prepare a good dinner for me and my guests." He turned in his pacing; whipping his putrid fleshy hair around his sickly, greenish skin, "don't disappoint me now." He turned, and strode out the door, "make it perfect", he quipped while his hair wrestled with itself.The Fruits of Madness by XSkull9
As the door slammed, Joanna's body released its built tension, and she collapsed in a disorganized heap on the floor. After a few pleasantly agonizing moments, Joanna's form congealed back to herself. Mustn't disappoint the master, she thought, and began running towards the deeper kitchen, unsure of the giant sign that read 'INGREDIENTS' pointing to the deeper kitchen.
She rushed for the chambers, oblivious to the stone floors altering itself into a junglely swamp, or a swampy jungle. All around, stuff for the pot crawled, pulsed, or lied about lazily, whether it was alive or not it was alive, was a different matter. She crawled, sprung, and
Elf King 1The cathedral gates opened in a broad arc; the azure glow of the night painting it calming hues. The knights strode in donned in full gear, the scratches & bloodrefusing the armor's rite to shine in the moonlight. Sir Darren removed his helmet, "I pray the crusades end soon, for the homesickness tears at my soul.Elf King 1 by XSkull9
The handmaidens of the cathedral began to crowd around the knights. Sir Calavas spoke through his bull-horned helmet, "clearly, Darren doesn't treasure the rewards of knighthood", he proceeded to laugh his deep-throated laugh. The handmaidens began removing Sir Calvert's armor, taking care of his left shoulder that had been stabbed that morning.
"Darren shows faith to his wife and daughter. There is no eddict of knighthood that demands him to take any willing maiden into his bed." King's Sebastian's was as unmistakable as his armor's silver shine. His mask & the hood of his cloak remained perched upon his head. As though in sorrow, he placed a closed fist on his heart & uttere