Enough - 100 PromptsShe had gone too far. She had set the elf on fire, burned him alive, just by glaring at him. Sure, he had been an asshole, but he didn’t deserve that. Nobody did. His fire had set his tree on fire, and soon enough, they had elven arrows flying at them from the treetops, as they surely had their shamans rushing to put out the flame before it got out of control.Enough - 100 Prompts by MissJenRose
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Welyn had deflected arrows with his buckler, one screaming past his cheek, leaving a long, thin cut. Caeden took one to his left shoulder as they were fleeing, but thank the Goddess he didn’t lose much speed and they were able to get away.
They were down by a brook, Caeden sitting on a rock, Ava in front of him, tentatively using her magic to heal his wound, Welyn standing by, trying to help however he could. Raewyn paced impatiently, angrily, over by the brook. Caeden glared at her, which she either didn’t notice or didn’t care about.
Finally, they bandaged Caeden and put his arm in a sling.
The Gift - 5It was nearing 8:00 PM. Eli was back in his and Larry’s room. Larry was already asleep and Eli lay on his back in bed, holding his arms up in front of his face, inspecting the stitched up holes in his wrists which he could see now that the gauze had been removed. A service provider had taken scissors to it earlier in the day. He would have permanent scars—that is, if the wounds even healed. If he lived long enough for them to heal. He ran his fingers over his forehead, feeling the gashes that, despite time and a seemingly endless supply of antiseptic, were still etched into his skin, fresh as ever.The Gift - 5 by TheEmptyChest
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As if overpowered by a sudden force, he felt an intense urge to write. He bolted off his bed and tiptoed over to the writing desk in the corner of the room. He sat down, opened the composition notebook that sat, untouched, on its surface, took up the felt pen that was available (for fear that an actual pen or pencil could be used as a weapon) and started to write.
Writing was an
Wargod - Unexpected allyAin is surrounded by his enemies. They lured him into a trap, and now they are all standing around him, at least a dozen, maybe more. But he has never seen their types, and for some reason he cannot access the Knowledge to learn about them and their weak points. Twisted human-shaped beings surrounded by dark mist. They all carry maces in both hands, as if they were some sort of berserk fighters, about whom Ain learned a bit from history books. Brutal, and unstoppable they rush through their foes by swinging their weapons like madmen, the terrors on the battlefields. He readies himself for the biggest fight he ever had to do.Wargod - Unexpected ally by WardenHU
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The dark creatures are barely visible in this small warehouse, but Ain's clothes, the clothes of a Wargod, pure white leather armor, enchanted to offer great protection against many weapons and magics, shine in the middle of the room. He summons his signature weapon, a staff, spiked at both ends to deliver devastating blows, crush bones and dent the armor of
The Pit Fiend of the NessusGrayson poised himself proudly at the far corner of the circular arena. Pits of lava lined the exterior and the painful harrowing of demons fed through the many corridors leading into the battleground from where he stood. Across from him, his malice-driven, snake-bodied opponent slithered back and forth, eyeing him with those glittering, otherworldly eyes. Even under her soulless gaze, Grayson knew that even mariliths bled; even mariliths could be killed. The Pit Fiend of the Nessus by thwackcrackers
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Her six arms hoisted an array of serrated, demonic weapons which vied to cleave, bludgeon, and gut him limb from limb. Her sinuously long and armored snake-like tail slid rather elegantly along the blood stained metal arena floor. Grayson patted himself down, a habitual examination he did before every fight. His obsidian-red plate armor moved with unmatched balance and grace. He smiled to himself, knowing he wasn't sacrificing protection for the sake of agility unlike his rival.
To the side of both combatants sat a mighty throne