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Moonlight cast eerie shadows over a deserted landscape, reflected in places by stagnant pools of scummy water. Here and there were trees and bushes, their roots squirming and worming their way through the sickly soul as they tried desperately to find some stability. Overhead, clouds drifted unseen in the darkness and the occasional bright eyes of an owl would swoop past, fixed on the hunched figure of a man below as he fought his way through the marsh. Thick, grey mud oozed out of the ground as Roman's moccasinned foot squelched down. It was followed shortly by a loud sucking sound as he wrenched it up again and continued on his lonely march

Jimmy groaned and looked through blurry eyes at the glowing red numbers a short distance from his face. Eventually the crimson smudges came together and formed a sight that both shocked and horrified him. The display read 8:09. "Well shit," he said, his mouth dull and heavy from a night's rest, "Fucking useless alarm," he muttered, rolling off the lumpy mattress and pulling on some jeans that had lain sprawled on the (all things considered) relatively clean floor. After working through his morning routine with utmost precision and efficiency, Jimmy finally clambered down the stairs. His grogginess had almost receded and all that was left w

Dace was met by a thick, swirling fog as he stepped under the portcullis. Gradually the mist cleared however and he found himself in a most peculiar room. The walls were constructed of the smooth, white marble he had now become familiar with and their curvature showed the chamber to be circular. His booted feet crunched softly through luscious, green grass as he gazed at what would have been the ceiling. In its place however was a bright blue sky complete with a blazing sun and fluffy white clouds. The sky wasn't the most interesting feature of the room though for in its centre stood a barren and desolate village, completely devoid of peopl

Dace's feet made no sound as he stepped through the shimmering surface of the mirror and into... somewhere else. He looked down to see fine carpet beneath him and felt the warmth from the crackling braziers dotted around the chamber. The whole place was ornate, rich and well-designed but there was an overriding feeling of misplacement, of something not quite right. It was akin to looking at a picture and knowing there was something missing but being unable to pinpoint it exactly. Then it dawned on him. Pieces were indeed missing, nothing was quite complete. Superbly painted frescos adorned the walls, the scenes focused on a young woman. She

The old man's jugular artery pulsed weakly beneath Dace's vice-like grip. "I... I don't know!" he managed between hacking gasps for breath, "I swear I didn't even know it was here!" "A book, bearing the mark of Turiel, here, in thy book-market. And thou hath never noticed it?" Dace's voice was cold and emotionless. "P-please. I swear. I've never seen it before, I don't even recognise the title," the man's eyes were full of terror and pleading, "Why would I stock a book in a foreign language? You have to believe me, please!" Dace shrugged and flung the man into a nearby stack of books. His weak frame landed with a soft thud and an orchestr

-Basics- Name: Dace Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human -Physical details- Height: 6' 2" Weight: 80kg Build: Lithe/Athletic Eyes: Pink/Red Skin: Pigmentless, pure white Defining features: A very striking character due to him being albino - pure white skin and hair along with disconcerting, red eyes. His facial features are fairly deep-set and perhaps the most off-putting thing about his face is that it never seems to lose the expression of controlled, burning rage. A rune is also imprinted on his left cheek which changes colour based on certain, internal influences. Clothing: A tattered black satin tunic ripped open at the left shoul

Lightning tore viciously through the night's air outside Mekrith's window which was being pounded unforgivingly by the rain. The young boy, scarcely into his teens sighed, his parents were both away again and he wondered briefly if the torrential downpour stretched far enough to be reaching them even now. He doubted it. There was nothing to do; his fencing lessons finished for the day. Normally he would practice in the courtyard or perhaps in the gardens but that was, for obvious reasons, no longer an option. He wandered through the corridors of the huge, empty mansion, skidding across the polished floors and fending off hordes of demons and

A nervous pair of eyes peeked through the foliage at the picturesque scene. It almost seemed like a crime to disturb this perfect moment and yet the situation warranted urgency. With a rustle of leaves the pair of eyes moved out of the canopy's shadow and into the brightly-lit glade, bringing with them a face full of worry and tinted with fear. The blonde-haired girl snapped out of her reverie and her head came up, searching for the source of the noise. The tears at the corners of her eyes were shaken free and ran down her face. She wiped them away quickly and turned to the new figure that had appeared at the edge of the clearing. It was Meli

Sunlight sliced through the canopy in golden beams, brightly illuminating the forest floor. It was decorated with a coating of lush, long, green grass which reached ever upwards; seeking sustenance from the shards of light that filtered through. A small spider scuttled hastily from blade to blade, its tiny legs working furiously to cover the seemingly huge distance. It crawled vertically along the green tendril that grew up, impossibly high, towards the heavens and walked confidently over the strands of its glittering web. Droplets of shining, morning dew were clumped together like hoarded jewels, scattered over the surface of the silk. In t