𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.

[𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. @ofsteelandbones]

𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𓂃៵ 𝐼𝙝𝙬𝙖 ‍ ‍ @OKAMINOTOCHl]

ᅠ
ᅠ ◟ⴰ༢ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

❪ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙏𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝
𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫…❫
ᅠ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⧼ 𝐈𝐡𝐰𝐚⧽
ᅠ

[️ ️ ️ ɴᴀᴛᴀʟɪᴀ ️ ️ ️ 𐕣 ₊ @ichoredfangs]

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https://t.co/zLIC5LGnlu

[𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. @ofsteelandbones]

https://t.co/jTZfdenUew

Back from the depths. Replies soon!

[️️ ️️️️️️️️️ @ichortale]

glory and gore.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖆 @veileddead]

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You'd think anyone qualified
for even the most menial of
jobs would understand I was
the furthest thing from a
delicate heirloom.
‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍
That I was a vile thing
Obscene & unspeakable...
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[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𖥠ᅠᅠ𝖀𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝕾𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 ˚. @odinsdevourer]

ㅤ
ㅤ
               𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏 𝐏𝐈𝐍 .

             #FATERP × #MVRP
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ㅤ

[𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. @ofsteelandbones]

And so, he followed the trail —a gust of wind, a stench of death; a perfume he could only call divine, even if those were not his gods.

He knew not what to look for, but Settra did not care about such trivialities: he had all the time to hunt, and the will to see it through.

[𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. @ofsteelandbones]

Yet, he knew not of the challenges of these new realms: for there were forces that would oppose him, and those who'd aid him.

Perhaps this vision was of an ally; perhaps, instead, it was of an enemy that had to be eliminated before those chains broke.

[𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. @ofsteelandbones]

[ @apokolypti ]

A barren land. A wasteland where there once was a paradise; and a bird of flames, once free, now chained.

His gods showed him visions and omens, for he was their greatest champion: a man destined to conquer it all, lest the flames of his fury consume all else.

[𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. @ofsteelandbones]

Thus, he made his approach —yet stopped before the very door, his gaze interested in the barrier that stood before him.

“Should I understand,” he began, loud and clear. “That I am not welcome in these lands?”

[𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. @ofsteelandbones]

the Winds of Magic in the ways other Liche Priests were, nor was he a mage adept in the different Lores.

Still, out of sheer will, he had learnt about the whims and subtleties of the arcane: and he could feel that this place was unlike any other he had visited.

[𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. @ofsteelandbones]

“An omen of death and vengeance. I decided to follow it,” His gaze went to the ruins, and the victims; although a fine bloodshed, it lacked the glory he sought. “But I expected better.”

He stood still, a few meters from the other.

“Don't you crave a larger battlefield?”

[𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. @ofsteelandbones]

His attentive gaze shifted, from the victims to the perpetrator; and sought to unearth the secrets within the other.

“I received an omen,” he began, approaching slowly. Although armed, he didn't even attempt to reach for his weapon —for such was the arrogance of the king.

[𓂃⊹ᅠᅠ𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯 ˖ ོ @regledalaville]

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⠀breaking forth from behind a ruined structure , the figure of a pale woman carrying a bladed weapon in her hand .

" yes .ᐣ "
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she asked , " you’re here for what .ᐣ to bother me .ᐣ "
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[𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. @ofsteelandbones]

“Whose doing is this?” he asked.

The shadows twitched as the fire roared, a cruel dance that slowly erased whatever had once stood in its place.

“Show yourself,” he demanded.

[𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. @ofsteelandbones]

[ @regledalaville ]

He had followed the omen; and now, before him, stood a burning monument of civilization.

Was it a house, a temple, a palace? It mattered not to the flames, nor to the ashes: for they burned and burned, consuming everything in their wake.

[Moved to @FierceQuillz @FierceQuills]

. . .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᴛᴀᴋᴀᴍɪ , ᴋᴇɪɢᴏ

⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . . ⸙

[𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. @ofsteelandbones]

“Khsar, mighty wind of the desert,” he asked the wind, shifting sands beneath his feet. “Guide my steps, for there are prizes yet to claim.”

And as a gust of wind enveloped his mighty frame, he marched on to the nearest town, aiming to find out if those tales were true.

[𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. @ofsteelandbones]

But there was one he craved, a tale he wished to hear again; one of a wandering miracle, an accursed existence bound to the source of its own power.

A tragedy, he thought, or perhaps the playful irony of lesser gods: golden shackles for the one that offers freedom.