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Letters From The Blood War II

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Submitted by sciborg2 on Thu, 02/19/2009 - 04:10
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"My body aches to breathe your breath, your words keep me alive..." -Possession

My Ziporra,

Letters From The Blood War I

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Submitted by sciborg2 on Tue, 02/17/2009 - 04:47
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Dear Ananki,

I hope you and Ademtus are doing well. Please find enclosed my payment from the Baatezu. It should be enough to keep the room in the Hive you two are staying in. I know there is nothing Good inside these devils, but I have to admit being paid on time has its own virtue. And we are killing demons, just like the ones that killed my father. But I'm not writing to argue about this. In fact I wanted to say again how sorry I am for the way I left. I hope seeing the gold coins helps you understand that I did this for us and for Ademtus.

An Unusual Abyssal Transformation

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Submitted by Fubar on Tue, 12/09/2008 - 04:10
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He stretched his over-sized limbs in preparation for the coming battle. His dark blood seemed to boil within him as he prepared himself for the bloodlust that was to come shortly. The sky was a dark overcast pall that cast its shadow over the assembled horde. He looked as if he was but a shadow, his skin glistened in places as the ruddy dank light from unknown sources drifted over him.

The Lords of the Eight

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Submitted by RJR on Thu, 09/25/2008 - 04:10
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THE LORDS OF THE EIGHT, OR A LITERARY CRITIQUE OF FIENDISH CODEX II

A Selection of Stones from the Sensorium

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Submitted by Hymneth on Fri, 08/29/2008 - 05:26
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This is a collection of sensations hand selected from the vaults of the Society of Sensation. They reflect a variety of lives and experiences that will enrich any who would choose to consider them.

And without further delay:

A Priest of the Dead Gods

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Submitted by Rhys on Thu, 08/28/2008 - 00:00
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Gerg'klanwas sitting, knees folded atop the husk of the Dead God. He watched the astral current with a sad expression, the winds of the silver void whirling madly nearby.

The githyanki pushed open a flask of Ny'yrv. Remembering the old times, he gulped the strong spiced juice. He and his spirit-brother used to spend long moments on this desert and forgotten husk, watching the winds, drinking the juice brewed by the m'lar.

Blade of Innocence 3: Forlorn

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Submitted by sciborg2 on Thu, 07/31/2008 - 04:10
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"I know you harbor doubts, let me explain..." The artificer droned on, but Michel didn't hear him. He was listening to something just past.

You are unworthy of it.

Blade of Innocence 2: Ramifications

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Submitted by sciborg2 on Wed, 07/30/2008 - 13:42
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A single fly screeching cannot be heard. But billions of billions of them, each a traitor born of the same betrayal, is a cacophony. Memories are harmless so long as the feeling of the past is barred.

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The ecstasy nearly throws him off his mount. A beautifully scented twist in the spacial folds, a delicious contradiction within the orders of infinity. Why had he not felt this before? He is always smiling, but this time there is truth to it. He turned his bronze mount with a tap of his scythe. He must, after so long, speak with his sister.

Blade of Innocence 1: Celestial Conspiracy

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Submitted by sciborg2 on Tue, 07/29/2008 - 04:10
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The door opened, and a beautiful creature came through it. Moving like a ghost in flesh, the figure moved toward the end of the room. The tulani's hair had flattened slightly from the swampy mists. It gave his youthful face an aura of reckless sensuality, despite a weight behind his pupils' dark. He shed his black cloak with a quick motion, and swiftly took a seat, grimacing even before he sat down.

Blade of Innocence: Introduction

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Submitted by sciborg2 on Mon, 07/28/2008 - 04:10
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The suspected dark lord Creus was once, like all the dark lords, a resident of a different plane. Creus was a warrior-mage of considerable repute, seen as the protector of his country Avaldia. Born in a time of war, war was all Creus knew. Selected as a child for training, Creus's life was circumscribed by two types of persons--those who were enemies and those who were expendable to ensure the defeat of enemies.

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