Power of the Broken
By: Ordalus
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Guiseppi was feeling tired from loading rocks onto a wagon. He'd been doing it all morning, and there wasn't any foreseeable end to the work. As he looked out over the field to spot more rocks he saw something glistening in the distance. Walking over two it, he found two shards of pottery sitting in the dirt. The nearer he got, the stronger he felt. "Strange," he muttered as he picked them up. Maybe he'd get some good luck from them.
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4 weeks later
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An emerald cloaked figure stood in a dark chamber. In front of it stood small table with three glass bottles on it. One labeled Somnium , one Veritas, and the center bottle blank. As the light faded, the figure slowly poured the contents of the Somnium and Veritas bottles in to the blank bottom. With a bright flash of light the words Somnio Veritas appeared on the bottle, and it began to float towards
VeneFrigus!
, a voice sounded and with a flash of blue, ice consumed everything.
Guiseppi Serpentia got out of bed and looked suspiciously at the two shards of pottery that hung from his neck. Maybe they weren't so lucky afterall. Or maybe they just had bad luck. Ever since he'd found them he'd been having more dreams than he used too. Or maybe he just remembered more. It didn't matter, as the effect was the same. Maybe if he meditated some more. Yeah, that would help.
As he walked over to his dresser he took some time to examine the bottle of honey water he'd mixed to see if it would turn into mead. It looked cloudy. Maybe it was fermenting? Probably not. So he started to put it down on the dresser, but midway through he tripped on his French horn, and smashed the bottle against a miniature pewter castle. A bright flash of light was the last thing he saw before blacking out.
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So, what do you think? Please Review. I know it's short but it's only the prologue.
By: Ordalus
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Guiseppi was feeling tired from loading rocks onto a wagon. He'd been doing it all morning, and there wasn't any foreseeable end to the work. As he looked out over the field to spot more rocks he saw something glistening in the distance. Walking over two it, he found two shards of pottery sitting in the dirt. The nearer he got, the stronger he felt. "Strange," he muttered as he picked them up. Maybe he'd get some good luck from them.
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4 weeks later
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An emerald cloaked figure stood in a dark chamber. In front of it stood small table with three glass bottles on it. One labeled Somnium , one Veritas, and the center bottle blank. As the light faded, the figure slowly poured the contents of the Somnium and Veritas bottles in to the blank bottom. With a bright flash of light the words Somnio Veritas appeared on the bottle, and it began to float towards
VeneFrigus!
, a voice sounded and with a flash of blue, ice consumed everything.
Guiseppi Serpentia got out of bed and looked suspiciously at the two shards of pottery that hung from his neck. Maybe they weren't so lucky afterall. Or maybe they just had bad luck. Ever since he'd found them he'd been having more dreams than he used too. Or maybe he just remembered more. It didn't matter, as the effect was the same. Maybe if he meditated some more. Yeah, that would help.
As he walked over to his dresser he took some time to examine the bottle of honey water he'd mixed to see if it would turn into mead. It looked cloudy. Maybe it was fermenting? Probably not. So he started to put it down on the dresser, but midway through he tripped on his French horn, and smashed the bottle against a miniature pewter castle. A bright flash of light was the last thing he saw before blacking out.
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So, what do you think? Please Review. I know it's short but it's only the prologue.