Poem: Life & Death
Do not have the power seraphs can do naught, but go patrol life and death can be happy or sad death can not win in life's own gladness life can not win, because death's so mad
Death Of The TITAN: glimps
They fell dead before they hit the ground with a thud. the droids started force their way passed the door. ''grenade out!!
Death... Is it truly the end?
Keep us warm- with your eternal memories days will pass, months, years we may forget you momentarily- but never shall we efface your voice from our ears in your final hour, your final breath those you touched felt something- alas, it was death
Life after Death
## life after death this story starts nine years after the death of malafor. humans have made peace with with the guardians and others in the dragon realms.
...wake up death...
The investigation team infiltrated the defenses and navigated their way to the back room. The cult surrounded this area and controlled it, they killed, ruled, and talked. They where more of a political cult more than anything else, claming what they...
The Birth of the White Death
They muttered to themselves asking what it was, only to be turned to and be told "its white death, that's what it is." the beaten elf sat there on the ground, humiliated and broken.
As Inevitable as Death Itself
But you sleep like the dead, and your guards are honestly about as capable as cattle. i'd wager embalia would have no trouble doing the same if their forces were bold enough to try it."
The Death of The Black Dragon
Unless he wanted to choke on it rising through the back of his nostrils; at that point, death by suffocation would have been a blessing in comparison of what was to come.
Breeding the Angel of Death
I appear to save them from a cruel death by granting them a quick, painless death. i also protect them from a fate that may be even worse than death, becoming a ghost that endlessly haunts this plane of existence."
Hunting Death- Trouble
#18 of hunting death some people just can't seem to take a hint **trouble** as we walk down the alleyways again hashal makes a point of reminding me that our cover story for me is that i am a mage's familiar and that familiars are not supposed to talk.
A Death Knight's Tale
death. anger. hatred. this is what she woke up to... the first thing she saw? darkness. she could feel hard stone underneath her. cold. seeping into her bones. but the cold did not bother her... who was she? what was she doing here?
Death Knight Crusaders
They wear dark black plate armor and don helmets ensconced with the wings of bats And they invade each village and assault any innocent bystanders while blood splats The take from treasures that is not their own And they loot all of the vicinity of...