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by Sunset Fallow
Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:51 am
Forum: The 'Hello Dasaria!' Section
Topic: Found Hiding in the Corner
Replies: 11
Views: 1153

Found Hiding in the Corner

Hi! I’m Sunset. *Waves to everybody* I’ve played on Abyssya, Myths of Atalan and its former server and briefly on a couple others. I love playing PnP and that’s how I got my start with a father who was a great gamer. I still play PnP when I can, and I love being a finger wagger, although my current ...
by Sunset Fallow
Mon Jan 13, 2014 1:40 am
Forum: Tales and Stories
Topic: Dianthe
Replies: 11
Views: 1718

Re: Dianthe

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.* He wiped at his eyes, sweat and dirt smeared in muddy streaks across his face. The smell of old dust a...
by Sunset Fallow
Fri Jan 10, 2014 4:06 am
Forum: Tales and Stories
Topic: Dianthe
Replies: 11
Views: 1718

Re: Dianthe

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. * The house that Georg had built was small and tidy, much as you might expect from a Soldier. I tapped on his front door and...
by Sunset Fallow
Sun Jan 05, 2014 4:56 am
Forum: Tales and Stories
Topic: Dianthe
Replies: 11
Views: 1718

Re: Dianthe

“Convinced myself, I seek not to convince” A thin mist roils between trees standing as if emaciated sentinels shadowed in near darkness. A shape darts between trees behind her, she tries to run. The mist clings to her legs, pulls at her clothing. She glances back fearfully. The shape becomes a beas...
by Sunset Fallow
Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:58 am
Forum: Tales and Stories
Topic: Dianthe
Replies: 11
Views: 1718

Re: Dianthe

Hiram “Wretched girl…wretched, wretched little wench!” He throws his pack across the tiny room. Could she not even die? He begins to pace. “That arrow should have killed her…and the second.” He kicks the pack and stands panting. He turns and walks slowly over to the bed, then whispers. “The third a...
by Sunset Fallow
Tue Dec 31, 2013 7:09 am
Forum: Tales and Stories
Topic: Dianthe
Replies: 11
Views: 1718

Re: Dianthe

One sole desire, one passion now remains To keep life's fever still within her veins, Vengeance! dire vengeance on the wretch who cast O'er her and all she lov'd that ruinous blast.* Luck and circumstance conspired to both wound and save me. Those who survive as I did might ponder their good fortun...
by Sunset Fallow
Sat Dec 28, 2013 9:53 am
Forum: Tales and Stories
Topic: Dianthe
Replies: 11
Views: 1718

Re: Dianthe

((Wired - my most humble thanks.)) Death on dark wings fly Its feathered shaft An arrow loosed Did pierce her through and through Her breath tore from her in ragged gasps. Brambles ripped at her clothing and rent her skin leaving bloody trails. She dodged left around a tree and heard the hard thump ...
by Sunset Fallow
Fri Dec 27, 2013 1:18 am
Forum: Tales and Stories
Topic: Writing Prompt: Strangers in a Strange Land
Replies: 5
Views: 446

Re: Writing Prompt: Strangers in a Strange Land

Dianthe Two men hover over a computer screen minutely examining each tiny detail. Their office is a sterile showcase of stainless steel and pale marble set amid walls of thick glass and LED lights. Cameras adorn each corner and infrared monitors watch their every move. Technology has become their G...
by Sunset Fallow
Wed Dec 25, 2013 8:05 am
Forum: Tales and Stories
Topic: Dianthe
Replies: 11
Views: 1718

Re: Dianthe

Hollow excuses, and triumphant pain; And oft her cogitations sink as low As, through the abysses of a joyless heart, The heaviest plummet of despair can go— * The day dawned clear after the rain. A bright shaft of light shone through the window illuminating tiny motes of dust that danced lazily in ...
by Sunset Fallow
Mon Dec 23, 2013 2:31 am
Forum: Tales and Stories
Topic: Dianthe
Replies: 11
Views: 1718

Dianthe

An Unprovoked Kindness pending a less than Significant Arrival Rain soaked through muddied clothes and matted hair, hanging limply on a thin and almost emaciated frame. Through the rain she could see the hazy outline of high wooden gates set along a broad expanse of imposing grey walls. A wagon pul...

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