Editing Farewell to the Promise

Jump to: navigation, search

Warning: You are not logged in. Your IP address will be publicly visible if you make any edits. If you log in or create an account, your edits will be attributed to your username, along with other benefits.

The edit can be undone. Please check the comparison below to verify that this is what you want to do, and then save the changes below to finish undoing the edit.
Latest revision Your text
Line 19: Line 19:
 
"You know, that serving girl at the our tea house asked about you for a while after you left.  You remember, what was her name, scrawny thing, really..."
 
"You know, that serving girl at the our tea house asked about you for a while after you left.  You remember, what was her name, scrawny thing, really..."
  
"Oh, Elyssa... really?"
+
"
 
 
"Yeah.  She's near here actually, serving her term at the Marukan Redoubt.  I mean, take a break once in a while.  Even evil anathema sorcerers have flesh."
 
 
 
"No..."  Rivers handed the sword carefully to Root of the East.  "I guess Lookshy knows that I'm alive now, and I'm not ready to answer for what happened to [[Eight]] yet... I'm pretty sure [[Darius]] won't be too pleased about my defection either.  Besides, Umbra was right, I have a war to fight.  Or... ah, help with."  He squatted on the flagstones of the manse's entrance.  "...but she was nice.  I bet she looks great in a breastplate."
 
 
 
Berren put a hand on his shoulder.  "This is pathetic.  You're one of the devils the realm has been hunting for a millenia?  Gods, they never sent a woman after you, did they?"
 
 
 
"We're leaving."  Spring's Inevitable Betrayal and The Ravages of Time stood before him, the air shimmering with the essence flowing from them as they began their charms of homecoming."
 
 
 
"Oh... I guess I'll see you later then."  Rivers waved at them and bit his lip.
 
 
 
"Oh we will.  Your pathetic weakness must be purged for the task that lies ahead of you.  You too will be forged in the planes of agonizing reincarnation."
 
 
 
"Wait, that doesn't sound good."  He stood up and scratched his scalp, frowning.
 
 
 
"It's not."  Ravages of Time shimmered out of material existence before them.  "Unless you enjoy soul-shattering pain."
 
 
 
In the following silence, Serrakeen gripped the exalt's shoulder.  "Come," he whispered.  "Our people need us."
 
  
 
---
 
---

Please note that all contributions to RPGnet may be edited, altered, or removed by other contributors. If you do not want your writing to be edited mercilessly, then do not submit it here.
You are also promising us that you wrote this yourself, or copied it from a public domain or similar free resource (see RPGnet:Copyrights for details). Do not submit copyrighted work without permission!

Cancel Editing help (opens in new window)