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Tell me the story of this picture...
« on: September 16, 2016, 04:36:20 AM »
I enjoy coming up with stories for random pictures I happen to find on the internet.

So, tell me the story of this picture

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Re: Tell me the story of this picture...
« Reply #1 on: September 16, 2016, 04:37:21 AM »
The rocks scattered as the shepherd slid down the slight incline. Blind due to the thick fog, he made his way to the bleating of his lost animal and attached the lead to the beast. The fog parted and he saw a man, three hundred times larger than any man he had ever seen trying to pull a sword out of his chest. The dying man was pinned to one of the mountains and rivers of blood seeped from his wound.

He should not be here, the village elders forbid it. The valley of dead gods was forsaken, off limits to mere mortals. Try as he might, his feet remained rooted to the spot. The giant man’s eyes finally noticed the shepherd and seemed to bore into his soul. Lifting his hand to the blade, he sliced of the last joint of his pinky and hurled it towards the mortal. As the finger slammed into the ground a flash of light blinded the young man. As his vision cleared he saw the finger joint buried into the ground, only bone remained. The giant lay dead, only its skeleton and the sword proof that the shepherd had not imagined the whole incident. The shepherd pulled the finger from the ground and noticed the word ‘Godslayer’ etched into the tip. Hefting the giant bone to his shoulder the shepherd and beast made their way out of the valley.

“Twenty years ago that was and he still wanders the world. He found the giant’s brother and slayed him with the spear of bone he carried.” The old man spit into the fire before continuing. “Shepherd, the Godslayer, the most dangerous man alive. Bane of the old gods, heretic of the new. He seeks to purge this world of every god so that man alone can rule.”

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Re: Tell me the story of this picture...
« Reply #2 on: September 16, 2016, 11:59:42 AM »
Yay, fun. Will give it a shot this weekend.
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Re: Tell me the story of this picture...
« Reply #3 on: September 16, 2016, 06:28:18 PM »
Gosh, it's a small world. Tusserk, I think we 2 are in the same FB writer group (well, one of the writer groups I joined, I joined many)

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Re: Tell me the story of this picture...
« Reply #4 on: September 16, 2016, 09:51:03 PM »
Got this off of GM Scotty's FB group. Mainly a model terrain group

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Re: Tell me the story of this picture...
« Reply #5 on: September 17, 2016, 07:21:06 AM »
I see, then GM Scotty's in the same group as I am. I just remember seeing this particular passage you posted up on FB.

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« Reply #6 on: September 24, 2016, 09:59:18 PM »


“As soon as the sky burns with fire, a surrender shall mark the age of the overthrowing of royalty.”

Paladin First-Class Sismus Einn let his gaze drop as the words of the prophecy left his lips. The beacon ships of the Lizor Confederacy had penetrated the atmosphere above the Temple of Black Sails, their brilliant beacons lighting the sky. A signal of the end of his way of life. The war would continue and the Paladins of the temple guard would continue to fight but they all knew the prophecy, the end of the royal class and the birth of a new age.

His gaze descended down the chasm before him and his enhanced eyes picked out the figures below in their tell-tale armor, Paladins setting up defense batteries to continue the assault on the beacon ships. Destroy enough of the beacons and the Confederacy would be making blind jumps from orbit, no signal to lock onto, no reinforcements to swell the massive number of troops that would be dying as the temple guard rushed to defend the temple.

Hefting his shadowcaster, a Paladins iconic rifle, Sismus made his way to the bridge that led to the entrance of the temple. His life for the preservation of decadence, as it is was etched into his DNA and encoded into his enhancements. As it had always been with every Paladin.

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Re: Tell me the story of this picture...
« Reply #7 on: October 02, 2016, 06:32:59 PM »


The signal had slowly grown stronger over the past month since it was first detected by the telemancers of the Signal Corps within the Celestial Navy. The Shay-el, Aether-class exploration ship, floated in orbit above the ninth planet within the solar system, cloaked from observation by the scout mages aboard.

“Sir, the signal has increased threefold within the past point.” The ensign’s face was lit up by the monitors glow as he adjusted the formula shown to keep the signal within observational range.

The admiral leaned in close to the monitor. “Impossible ensign. Recalculate the formula for interference from the systems star and scan again.” Straightening up, he turned to the second station. “Any indication that the inhabitants of third planet has noticed our presence?”

“Negative sir. All scanners show cle…” Alarms rang out as the ensign checked his monitor again. “Sir! Contact moving out of the shadow of the planet. Unmanned and automatous.”

“Sir… the signal just increased in strength again. It has reached a dangerous level, the shielding cannot withstand another increase at this rate. We have to increase the distance between us and the origin or else it will overwhelm the buffers.”

The admiral watched the small blip on the monitor as it slowly drew closer. “Negative. If we move then the satellite may detect us. There is no telling what would happen if the beings of this system were to discover the reality of other races among the stars. Increase the buffering, draw power from the engines. We will ride out this storm until the satellite passes.”

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Telemancer Yanir felt the signal screaming in his mind as his fingers traced the archaic formulas to help focus the random bursts into a workable language. He could hear the multiple voices, like a choir not quite in tune, but could not make out the words. Scanning the monitors that surrounded him he noticed that the admiral had boosted the buffers. A frown crossed his face slightly as he overrode the buffers to get better access to the signal. In a moment he regretted his decision as his face contorted, his last thoughts were of dreams shattered. This was not Naôth, this was Aaneval and Hahahaal, Lords of Despair and Instability, working together. Blackish ichor oozed from his eyes as his mind decayed within his skull.

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The satellite New Horizon continued on its journey past the planet Pluto, unaware of the deaths aboard the Shay-el and unable to detect the energy emanating from the planet it was orbiting. The Dark Lords had awakened and Earth was blissfully unaware for several decades to come.