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Onyxsoul - Prologue"Deep in the august cavern, we gaze upon the empyreal pool,
The time is nigh, the celestial constellation is upon.
Argent of the full moon and stars shine down through the cracks,
On pure of still water, reflect their radiance of scarce.
We, chosen few gathers around, flawless mirrors of silver in hand,
With them, from the pool, we trap the nightly heavens' brilliance.
To cast it back amplified, radiance upon radiance gleaming on the water,
For in this overlap of dazzling glare, there shines the future.
We see, we gaze, we augur from the visions of the light,
Foresee the future, and the futures, for many promises, there lie.
Display of endless possibilities before our eyes,
Offering us what is yet to come.
We foretell, but the cost of these prophecies are high,
This divine knowledge is not for mortal eyes and mind.
And we are already paying dearly the price,
This will be our greatest, but last time.
We all will be dead by the next constellation's time,
Saw it all, the possibilities are
FortuneThe lone horseman trotted down the muddy road, the leaves were falling from the trees and the crisp feel of the autumn wind was in the air. The rider wore a dark greatcoat over a fine silk shirt and simple britches, well worn boots were in the stirrups. He appeared to be in his mid twenties, with dark brown hair in a hairstyle popular with sailors. Though his face seemed young his eyes were very old.
A cavalryman’s saber hung from his belt. The hilt was brass but ornate.
The road was deserted except for him, there was just the sound of his horses hooves. He watched his animal’s ears twitched suddenly and the head rose with a neigh, he knew then that he wasn’t alone.
From the woods came six men, at first they appeared to be Austrian soldiers, their uniforms were white with a gold trim. However they wore the uniforms with such a lack of care for dress and appearance, coats were unbuttoned and clothing soiled. They had also tossed away their hats. All six w
Onyxsoul - Summary Two - The Way of NatureThe following text is derived from the subchapter "Fabulae Serpentes" of the "Liber Dracones: Azon Szörnyüshéges Sárkhányok Valós Arcúlatárúl", written by Janan-Bolgatye Lante, former adjunct of the Academiae Regiae Magenta. Remained in manuscript, never published.
"As a scholar who has dedicated his life to the learning of the endless knowledge this world of ours holds for us, I know very well that one simply cannot finish this grand task, claiming to have seen all, to understand all. Only a decadent impostor of the arts would do so. And as I am definitely not one of these sad excuses of academics, no matter what others may say behind my back, I have always knew I could find yet undiscovered truths and mysteries anywhere I would look in our wide realm. However, I would have never imagined how much lore I could still learn and also how quickly, before fate bro
Sapphire: The Beginning ch1 From DarknessTerriana, Prime Material Plane
Twelve years later . . .
The vampire sniffed the air as she scanned the passage ahead. The air carried with it the taint of cooked meat from the cities of the Middle tunnels; that meant that she must be near a ventilation shaft. A sinister smile played on her lips, exposing her brilliant white fangs. The runaway calf was nearby, that much she was certain of. Did the child even know where she was going? Most likely no; the calf was just following the air, knowing that the air always flows upwards. She was no doubt trying to escape to the safety of the Middle tunnels; unfortunately for her, the ventilation shaft she was heading toward was a bottomless drop all the way to the Lower tunnels, with no way to travers it.