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• Missing the Summit

  by Insein L'Mort 6 hours ago
  Write the reports. Each missing soldier, each corpse needs to be remembered. We are monsters, and yet we do what we can to remember our own fallen. They are treated no different than the enemy corpses. We list them if we have their names. We inspect their damage, and their death wounds. We notify an...
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• Busy, always busy

  by Insein L'Mort Mon at 3:09 PM
  It is good to feel Nax’s cold embrace around me again, if for a little while. I feel like we are both pulled in opposite directions, work keeping us apart as well as our responsibility to this girl that has entered our unlives. She fears us. I have tried speaking to her, but most of our encoun...
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• Farcry

  by Insein L'Mort May 20
  Riding hard through the pass on the ghostly worg, the battlemagus seemed to have invoked the ire of what felt like an entire squad of paladins. She could sense their Light being focused within them as they rode their chargers hard on her heels. She was frightened. A lone paladin was little more than...
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• Eyes Open

  by Insein L'Mort May 18
  Eyes were open.   Screaming was bad. You were going to die, you did not need to scream, yet you were not dying. The monsters were waiting for something, arguing in some hideous tongue that only undead could comprehend. They were going to eat you, you can tell.   You woke up from the ni...
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• Bait

  by Insein L'Mort May 17
  She could hear the breathing of the prey, the heart within the ribcage was beating a staccato rhythm as if trying to flee faster than its owner was running. The regular footsteps were swift along the barely perceptible trail ahead. The magus smiled almost imperceptibly. The quarry was human, she cou...
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• Dream

  by Insein L'Mort May 16
  I had the dream again. The one where I am trapped in the house and there are monsters outside. They shuffle quietly like they want to get in and eat me. They’re so silent, but yet I hear them creeping around my windows and my door. I hide in my room upstairs, hoping they can’t get throug...

• Suffering- A letter to Mayune

  by Insein L'Mort May 16
  Dear Mayune,   Thank you kindly for your concern about my well being. You are correct in assuming that I did not take the news well when I had received his death letter and parting gift. He was everything that my heart had desired, but I know now that to be raised again to serve means that we...
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• Sniper

  by Insein L'Mort May 15
  His tongue is like velvet against my skin. It took me away from the edge of the precipice and made me feel focused, if only for a little while. Pressed up against the chapel’s steeple on the roof, he showed me there was still reason to remain among the undead. Together we will find pleasure an...
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• White Lady

  by Insein L'Mort May 14
  The White Lady shown down upon us, and his words pushed away the maddening whispers if for a little while. I am fond of him, and it is born from a fear of what is to come. Though it has been so long, it is still fresh in me, this death of hope. The barriers I have set in my mind to control the whisp...
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• Whispers

  by Insein L'Mort May 13
  Whispers are all I hear now. Echoes of the past, urging me onward to take tremulous footsteps ever forward. It won't last. Nothing ever lasts that is good. Only the wicked remain and are glad to be there. It is only a matter of time before the one last shred of hope I have leaves me to rot.   ...
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