A hunter's memo of beasts: The Earth Raiser. This is the brief summarization of beasts encountered by our hunter's lodge. Filed under, oh my, avoid at all costs? Well, this is a surprise. We dub this beast The Earth Raiser from what some of our partners overheard its witch master calling. The beast conceals itself under a darkened blue to black hooded cloak as a misguided attempt to hide its massive size. When revealed, however. The beast, it seems to be crafted entirely out of some gilded metal of unknown origin, a metal that has an unnatural presence to some that cause the weaker willed to freeze in fear, or perhaps it's the sheer shock of such an abomination existing in the first place that causes men to flee? The beast stands as tall as a house itself and moves faster than most can keep track of. Regular musket and rifle shots don't seem to bother the creature so it's best to say that our melee weapons are useless for that matter, our wall guns did have scant success with harming
There once was a wizard who could see the truth.
At first he could see when someone lied or not.
But soon, soon he came to learn the truth of it all.
Once he learned of that. He went mad.
So much so that he wanted to end the truth.
So the truth set forth a man.
This man asked the wizard to see the truth.
The wizard looked at the man and froze in shock.
The man wasn't a man. The man was something, beyond understanding, beyond comprehension, the truth was too much.
The wizard tried to look away, to save what's left of his mind but the man stopped him.
The man said that he needed to see the full truth.
The wizard soon fell down to the
Never gaze upon his true form. by ShadowStryker06, literature
Literature
Never gaze upon his true form.
He sees all.
The eyeless viewer.
Through space.
Through time.
Through mind.
Through soul.
He sees secrets.
He sees horrors.
He relishes.
He laughs.
He enjoys
He watches.
He sees all.
The eyeless viewer.
Through space.
Through time.
Through mind.
Through soul.
He sees secrets.
He sees horrors.
He relishes.
He laughs.
He enjoys
He watches.
He sees all.
The eyeless viewer.
Through space.
Through time.
Through mind.
Through soul.
He sees secrets.
He sees horrors.
He relishes.
He laughs.
He enjoys
He watches.
He sees all.
The eyeless viewer.
Through space.
Through time.
Through mind.
Through soul.
He sees secrets.
He sees horrors.
He relishes.
He
Such is a cold and moonlit night at Deermaw village, an area at the fringes of the Empire's power.
Where the village elder Bert Schrempf and his wife Sunnhild slept in the bed within their large home, or, so it would seem.
They awoke to a presence in the room, a figure standing at the foot of their bed, rat-like features upon a man's body and clad in concealing dark blue clothing and something covering its eyes. The rumors, it's true. Skaven, they do exist.
Bert did his best to move and talk but found himself not being able to do either, Sunnhild in a similar fate.
The Skaven took a step onto their bed. Its movements light and delicate en
Isebrand Rottmann's body ached, pain throbbed inside and out, vision blurred and blurring more. His clothes painted red from the free-flowing blood that trickled from his lips and nose.
No matter how many punches he threw, the kicks he shot out, the attempts at tackling. All hitting the air instead of his smaller opponent.
The crowd's cheering began to fade away, Isebrand threw a left straight and felt another sharp blow impacting his chest.
The opponent voids his next attack and counter-attacks in full, trapping Isebrand's left arm and pulling him just that bit forward to return a descending elbow strike to the human's chest that knocked
My DA family: That gay person. The motherfucking cassowary. Jack Obsessed Sister. Neko Sister#2: Sister Yet another sister The Undead writer My Fox sister The grandmother Older brother Cousin Pet tiger The wolf that follows my shadow. The wolf that lives in my basement The Brotherhood.