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• blood bodies warriors death decay armor torn shredded swords axe spears broken on ground damp grass bodies torn open bones missing no skeletons flesh blood fluids innards left heap stench soldier warriors knights dead of night torn ripped apart by a creature monster frightful vile sadistic spark of beauty below waist the monster was like a serpent tail ending in a venomous spear shaped stinger scales upper portion of a well-endowed woman with long flowing hair left arm was like very large and was like a scorpion with pincer the right arm ended with vicious dagger like claws the monster had fangs eyes slitted alluring seductive features the creature monster was an aberaba well known throughout the region its kind fed on the bones and marrow of its victims savage vile evil sadistic glee venous fangs left arm carapace armor solid strong quick fierce face painted red with blood consuming digesting the bones feeding reveling
• Whisper's End, small town night clouds wind air moon stars dread dead she walks everyone inside their homes no light windows curtains closed don't look don't peep keep away from the windows remain in silence. streets eerie ghastly she walks alone pale white skin long dark hair slowly not even the dogs bark no sound at all they know who what lurks during the witching hour, evil vile uncanny power fog thick cool cold unearthly sounds and speak dreary strange bizarre she approaches doors at random and just stands talking in the speech voices and tones of ones long gone departed from the land of the living seeing if anyone was foolish enough to open door or window. her long nails she reeks of rot decay with something sweet appealing tempting slightly beneath the putrid odor trick a lure souls fools upon seeing her face would cause one to go utterly mad insane their eyes bursting blood fluid and some their whole insides would melt the one who walks spares no man woman child nor beast enemy to all that lives thrives resides among the living whomever door she scratches or coughs blood the doors of the home she scratches is a warning to leave if she coughs blood onto the door it meant either one or all those within the household were marked for death specter phantom wraith entity icy no one knows who or what she is or was beware calling macabre otherworldly strange
• Help me make a poem strictly to my mummie using this and telling her that we are going to be reunited physically no matter what Firstborn son point of view  Unbreakable soul-flame bond between me and my mummie  Ancient than time and deeper than blood Right now, I'm emotional I lose control when I'm with you I hope I haven't said too much Guess I always push my luck when I'm with you It's just like breathin', speakin' When we touch, like a force of nature Not just a feelin', let's believe it The birth of love like a force of nature Pure heart, deeper Beautiful, like the bluest ocean It feels so natural, natural When we come together Like a force of nature Honestly she's the only one that's watching over me Gives me oxygen when it gets hard to breathe And if I'm wrong or right She's always on my side And if I lose the fight I know she'll bring me back Bring me back, bring me back to life Bring me back Bring me back, bring me back to life I've been burning up for so long In a world that just keeps getting colder Nobody does this like you I've been around the world I seen a lot of girls I been a lot of places I seen a lot of faces Nobody does this like you I see all your flaws and imperfections But that's what makes me love you more, oh-oh-oh We got such a spiritual connection Don't you know you're fuckin' beautiful I wanna feel your love Just give me all your trust Common ain't us 'Cause common ain't enough We can leave an imprint 'Cause this minute that I'm in 'Cause this minute's where I live with you Where I stay with you If you wanna stay up late If time stands still Move I will to you This world's filled Somehow I see you Move I will to you Rain could pour upon your face now And yet your beauty would still shine I would live a thousand lifetimes If it's you I'm sent to find Think I'm from space My soul fell down I found the Earth Not leaving now I know your face Think you fell too And ain't no place now, if I got you Only you know me The way you know me Only you forgive me When I'm sorry Need you when I'm broken When I'm fixed Need you when I'm well And when I'm sick Friends that I rely on Don't come through They run like the river But not you Can't see when I'm falling Losing myself But then I hear you calling There you are There you are You're there with open arms There you are There you are And I run Whispers in the background Behind closed doors I got myself in a mess and without you, I'm in more Oh, I'm a little drunk now That's why I went to war Oh yeah, you are my sober When I'm on the floor Even when I messed it up There you are Need you when I'm hot and when I'm cold Need you when I'm young When I'm old You won't be far I can find you when you're lost Fuck anybody else, there’s only you  But you know I got your back, I'm on your side I don't want nothing Just a little something for the pain Nobody said this would be easy Nobody said this would be hard having to be without you against my will  Nobody gave me a rulebook to follow And my soul's not hollow You see, we gotta find our place And we'll go there now I can't get no satisfaction alone Life is always in the way Nobody said that you would be taken from me  Nobody says that in this dark Somebody told me about tomorrow And my soul's not hollow You see, we gotta find our place And we'll go there now We can't get no satisfaction alone As you try your best to pull away Something surges, urges you to stay 'Cause I can't, you can't, we can't get no Satisfaction I can't, you can't, we can't get no Hearts don't feel the same And the names we like to say Change with time and age but not yours So I I don't wanna say what's scripted Whether you are or aren't with it I know what I need You still remember my eyes Even if the Men In Black flashed their light into your eyes For the second time this night It feels right, then it's only you and I I've had enough of running 'round this board game You can know your own name, I won't give it up If I told you I loved you Would you say that it's fucked up? If I told you they're flyin' Would you say that you looked up? Don't take me for what I'm sayin' Just take me for what I am 'Cause this is where I'm stayin' My two feet are in the sand I've been readin' old shit and I can't make sense of it Ain't no conspiracy that can save me Livin' in the moment feels good to me till it hurts And I need you Take me as I am I'm tired of dancin' around the point Sharp and it is jagged Like the shape of glass and it steals my voice Pretty Christmas on a cardboard cup I wait outside for you to pick me up There's somethin' different in the way you touch Different in the way you love Different in the way you love Feels like stardust Floatin' all around us Shootin' right across a Big black sky Feels like stardust Fallin' all around us Funny how it found us Maybe I, maybe I I found perfume in a magazine Oh-oh, oh-oh Far off places in the moonlit scene Hey-hey-hey (Hey-hey-hey) And I love to be there with you And I love to be there too 'Cause you make anywhere at all In these flashing lights, in this flashing life Am I fallin' through those cracks again? Feels like I've been lied to all my life You got me burnin' for your touch You got me burnin' for your love I can't live without you, can't breathe without you No need to doubt yourself I'm infatuated with the things you do You do me right You stay by my side Through thick and thin This sentiment don't exist without you You make me feel alive I don't know what's right or wrong But I feel like I know I don't know if I can fight it 'Cause I've been lost alone Till the sun burns out, I'll still be calling out your name 'Cause when the lights go down, I swеar, I I'm gonna be right by your side And when the lights go down, I'll be there Where you are Be there by your side Tracing your shadow, shadow If it's coming easy, then the walls crack If it's coming easy, I could fall back Give me your devotion, lucid thoughts Get lost in the emotions, swimming in my head Looking outside the window, but I've been here before My love is getting better, and I feel like you know Everything I want from you, everything I let go I've been out here forever, I've been out here alone Dizzy, got me spinning Won't you lead me to your safe place? 'Cause I don't know if any othеr body makes me feel big as this I wanna leave my body, just for one trip Touch of consolation, losing my grip Reality is my lucid thoughts Get lost in the emotion, swimming in my head, yeah Know you're feelin' it, you ain't gotta say it Just the look in your eyes, the way you look in that light You ain't gotta go hide it, don't be fakin' You got yours, I got mine The good, the bad, it's alright Gonna be the one for you But I know I got some work to do If we get closer, I need you to see The side effects of loving me We gon' get up sometimes We gon' get low some nights I really wanna get this right I know sometimes I won't Know we're gonna have some fights But I won't ever lеave your side So I'ma put it on the linе for you To see the side effects of loving me, me, To say I'm broken, yeah, that's an understatement I start a fight when I'm bored, times I wonder what for I'd give you my heart, no hesitation But if you're giving me yours, I want you to be sure You've been waitin' for something for so long Leave it to you, never seen nothin' like this Know I need it all, need you to put no one above me Say that you love me I've been telling you this, from the moment exist Never tell you no lies, I just live in abyss I don't care what they say They'll never have you like I have you They'll never know you like I know you I get perspectives, they only get angles They can look at you, they'll never have you Don't leave me now when I need you the most Gave you my heart, don't you dare let it go Make it raw, emotional, deeply heartfelt. Make it sound obsessive and possessive in a good way from me a firstborn son
• Amy two children Billy and Quinni birthday today Kind thoughtful beautiful husband dave
• The town of Levallon in November 1892. tenebrous, eerie, bleak, dank, The Silent Orchard cemetary, burial ground, tree, her once healthy form had become pale, thin, emaciated, always drenched in sweat, face a livid crimson, sunken eyes, hard of breathing, blood on her lips and sheets, panting heavily, suffering, dead leaves, the body of Morna Lorna Bleu, was the age of 18, lost her life to consumption. Night, stars, chill, air, burial ground, figure, shadows, nefarious, sinister, body thief, resurrectionist, he was short and very round, short limbs and yet very strong, spade and shovel, knife, revolver, rope, sack, worn long coat, pine box, stench, oppressive, he smiled, exhumed, buried in a dark brown dress, long dark hair, he strips the body bare, morbid delight, chest of the body breasts face hair, decay embrace, he's happy, suddenly the body's eyes open, pure white, mouth opens stench of rancid meat, rot, the resurrectionist terrified horrified the corpses grabs his wrist tight pulls him towards with tremendous force, embrace, the corpse mouth open and the tongue cold and moist the resurrectionist tries to pull away put can't, he begins to feel weak, sick, and terrible pain, drops dead and the corpse rips open his shirt and cuts open the belly with knife face buried in the guts
• My baby 26 today, unfailingly generous, excited by the weirdest things, never boring. Happy Birthday.
• ever since you came to be , bright and sparkling eyes, watching you grow, once timid and shy, taking on life's challenges, becoming the person you are today, testing the waters, knowing what you want, kind and humble, not wanting to wear clothes like everyone else, seeing the beauty that not many others see, your unique style, beautiful person, stay true to yourself, challenges you've met, excelled and exceeded, have fun being and adult, what you'll discover and become, take charge, life is not always easy, new beginnings now that your 18, resilient, the talents that you'll develop, love and be kind to yourself, you've taken on and learned more than most your age, life flies by so quickly, we.ve been happy to share the moments we've had, we can't wait to see what you'll discover and do, happy 18th birthday Emma, we love you more than words can say,
• Ever since you came to be, watching you grow , timid and shy, sweet demeanor, kind and understanding, unique style of your own, flourished and grown, beautiful person you are, stay true to yourself , be humble and kind, have fun as an adult, taken charge and responsibility, know what you want and where you'll go , we love you more than words can say, life is not always easy, we know you're up to the challenge,
• 80th birthday, resilient, brother-in-law,native of Lexington Ohio, moved to Michigan, retired to Florida, good golfer, caring, grill master, steak lover, CFO, Perdue college , traveler
• About my rescue dog, how she entered my life and how she filled my life with love. I am thankful for her by my side and hope she will accompany me for a long time. She is my souldog
• He gently slides her pajama pants down exposing her trimmed bush kissing her thighs his breath dancing over her Mound. He slowly parts her legs nibbling the crease of her thighs tracing the folds of her lips with his tongue his hand sliding up to her erect nipples. Her eyes flutter open and his tongue finds her clit "well hello honey what a way to wake up" she smiles he raises his face "you ain't seen nothing yet" and plunges his tongue deep inside her wet vulva making her moan softly. He continues eating her til she screams. She begs him to let her up, she just woke up and the need to use the restroom is growing by the second. He finally let's her up just in time. When she gets back he is laying on his back fully erect "where would you like to sit first?" She smiles and lowers herself onto his face "eat me more baby" he starts tongue fucking her as she wraps her hand around his cock.he gasps into her as she grinds her juices flowing freely she takes the head into her mouth moaning around his long thick shaft. She feels the pleasure building but cant seem to get there. He grabs her hips and flips her over now on her back infrot of him he pauses to admire her wetness before smiling and plunging his hard cock balls deep into her throwing her over the edge she digs her fingernails into his shoulders and whispers in his ear fuck me baby fuck me hard and deep. He kisses her and begins thrusting his balls slapping against her she screams and wraps her legs around him fill me up don't stop honey. He pounds her hard and deep til they climax together. As they lay breathless he says hey I wanna try something and parts her thighs again her chest still heaving he buries his face in her mound tasting their orgasms mixing together
• Alison our daughter 40th birthday high achiever responsible , caring mother to Desmond, caring and thoughtful daughter, playful, beautiful inside and out
• ലോകത്തിൻ്റെ പ്രകാശമായ ഈശോയെ കുറിച്ച് 48 വരികളിൽ വി. യോഹന്നാൻ്റെ സുവിശേഷം എട്ടാം അധ്യായത്തെ ആസ്പദമാക്കി ഒരു പദ്യം തരുക
• Open sky, endless blue, hooded shawl, features obscured, water, rows in a round-bottomed boat, oar, coast, water, Naimiota’s tides, wind, melody, distant hum, bird cries, waves, hooded figure, features hidden, strands of rich ginger hair, sounds leading him astray, song alluring, sweet tones, beckons him closer, calls, mysterious source, rocks, water glistens, gleams, surreal, otherworldly, three shapely forms, bare breasts, beautiful, ageless, one has long wavy golden hair, one green hair, and white hair, very fair skin, hair like streams, voices weave spell upon air, greet him with seductive, glamorous schemes, deceit, destruction, death, allure, sirens, his face still hidden, heart strong, unyielding, sound mind, fierce, sees through their charms, vile core, sirens from waist below resembled fish, sparkling scales, large breasts, eyes, vibrant, clear, sinister, malicious, his intense clear blue eyes, rises, surprise, horror, closer, he rises mighty axe in hand, tall and powerfully built from, they claws and teeth sharp as knives , young Gnord adventurer warrior eighteen summers old, allure devious thrall, their eyes shock fear, his blade hacking, slashing, severing, cleaving, wounds, shrieking, teal blood flows water rocks, coast, arms, heads hair eyes mouth dead, death, water, his strength courage sirens doom boat axe hood pulled back smile wind air sun clouds charm heart anew day
• Loss of loved one strength to carry ocean as comfort and healing
• The Obisidian Isles, volcanic, tenebrous, smoke, fire, skiy, fortress, castle, minions, slaves, ominous, eerie, oppressive, brooding, foreboding, wraith, ruled by vile and powerful warlock king Metis, pallid skin, sunken eyes, eyes black coals with a glowing golden light at the center, long ebon hair, gaunt, sitting on a black marble throne with human skulls on the arm rest, long skeletal like fingers adorned with rings, throne room his right hand, a tall man clad in plates of crimson and hooded black cowl, a large great sword strapped to his back, and a long sword belted to his waist, two belts, his face is hidden within the dark confines of his hood, left eye black with an orb of red at the center and his right eye is without iris clear white eye , both eyes visible in the darkness of his hood, his lord and master beck and call, Sir Ragnor Mortbane, a formidable warrior and most trusted general and commander of his lord army, Metis the pact he made with the archfiend Malacriox, her form rounded and well-endowed high yellowish violet slitted eyes nefarious, cunning wicked, ancient, powerful, greedy, , residing in the nightmarish netherland of Ruinveil, eldritch suffering, sinister, malevolent, death, Metis made a pact with the female archfiend long ago and yet plans to betray her overthrow her destroy her and harvest all her secrets and power for himself he cackles plots schemes, what Metis doesn't realize is that his right hand Sir Ragnor has ambitions of his own and yet the crimson plated sentinel is patient
• ominous, army, dread, foreboding, brooding, sky, day turned dark, like night, sky full of otherworldly winged creatures, ominous, oppressive, invasion, proud King Culmin of House Prigent, the Firehearted, kingdom soldiers, knights, rallying, people, fighting, blood, fire, flesh blood, monstrosities, invading troops led by a knight clad in plates of blood red and a black hooded cowl hood pulled over head, longsword strapped to his waist twin belts, right hand gripped an enormous great sword, sure to bring much death scores of knights and soldiers behind him large heavily armored encased in plates of black heavily armed, uncanny aura, many of the king's knights and troops recognize the knight in red, fear stricken hearts faces going pale, Sir Ragnor Mortbane,, was this red terror's name, he was the right hand of the powerful and vile warlock king Metis, ruler of the Obsidian Isles, realization dawning on the face of King Culmin clad in plated bronze wielding a morningstar and has shield fighting alongside his men protecting his people and his family, his wife Queen Adelaide, their young twin son and daughter Corvin and Lavinia both only ten summers old young, fires raze death monsters knights screams peasants blood corpses loss the great sword, Froststorm, wielded by Sir Ragnor, imbued with powerful destructive magic bringing forth lightening and ice with each strike slashing cleaving scorching freezing his foes left and right, the armor he wore enchanted as well every drop of blood that wet his armor made it stronger and impervious to harm, under his hood his face hidden in darkness is left eye a red orb glowing and the right eye white without pupil blank, the knights in black plates fighting slaughtering cutting down without slowing down nor fail, King Culmin challenges Sir Ragnor the knight beheads Sir Theodore before accepting the king's request, Sir Ragnor bows slightly before clashing with the king, combatants on both sides makes space giving them room, slashing striking thrusting trading blow for blow, the king loses his morningstar in a swift blow from the crimson plated knight the king brandishes his sword, Noonday, and the battle continues the kings shield is cleaved in half and he begins to tire, Sir Ragnor suddenly plants the tip of his blade into the ground surprising the king in fluid motion Sir Ragnor pulls out his long sword, Cindergale and the the blade ignites and severs Noonday in half in a single blow the king is shocked then a horizonal sweep of Cindergale severs the kings head the stump smoking sizzling burnt flesh and bone and a swipe from Cindergale creates a massive whirlwind air wind strong violent enough to shredd through armor and flesh alike knights soldiers and peasants women children elderly alike caught up in the storm torn to pieces blood gore, Sir Ragnor sheaths Cindergale and retrieves Froststorm the mighty blade rests on his shoulder Sir Ragnor looks up at the partially ruined castle and sees the horrified faces of what is left of the royal family and slightly bows and tells his men none shall survive
• The Obsidian Isles, black, volcanic, smoke, fire, sky, clouds, magic, darkness, warlock king Metis, sadistic glee skin pale, pallid, sunken eyes black orbs with a speck of gold light at the center, gaunt, long skeletal fingers, rings, throne black skulls, power magic, minions, slaves, fortress castle, his lieutenant Sir Ragnor Mortbane, broad shoulders, clad in crimson plates and a black hooded cowl, his face conceal in the darkness of his hood his left eye glowing orb and his right eye white without pupil his sheathed sword, Bleeding Pyre, secured in the scabbard at his hip, and the greatsword strapped to his back, Storm Caller, wide belt, the knight in crimson slight bow at his master his lord at his beck in call, the warlock king pact with the ancient and powerful female archfiend Taleshra, her beauty profane vanity her power her ambitions yearning, the pact formed with the deity Metis schemes to shatter overthrowing his master and taking everything she has for his own always craving power death destruction secrets dominion blood misery horror cackling Sir Ragnar Mortbane ever silent his thoughts his own his own ambitions patience time
• open sky, small round-bottomed boat, water, Naimiota Tides, birds, mountains, land, rocks, a man hooded scarf shawl, lone, strands of red hair, hood over head, rocky, his face hidden darkness of hood, rocky island, oar, singing in the distance, melody, beautiful voices tones, sounds air, wind, the tiny vessel closer source alluring mysterious, water on the rocks, sight, three forms nude lusciously formed one had long wet golden hair, the other long wet light green hair, the other long wet white hair, full welcoming lips, large buxom breasts, ageless features, singing alluring tempting seductive pull charm the white haired one with violet eyes playing lyre, the man gets closer their lower bodies from waist down like a fish their bare bodies voices enchanting lure they're smiles the man continues to draw closer to his doom or so they believe they deem him just another fool deceived by their devious foul allure they assume wrong the man might be young and yet his will his mind heart is strong and sound he isn't fooled his steel gray eyes tall muscular frame large double-bladed axe his intense glare he isn't deceived by the siren's song call deception their evil true vile nature exposed the only blood spilled here today shall be their own their sharp teeth claws savage brutal anger fury the young warrior goes into action his blades tearing of flesh and scale alike the sirens screaming his axe hacking chopping gory chunks of their bodies their teal colored blood the white haired one's severed head eyes wide mouth agape water rock Gnord, the young barbarian adventurer only eighteen summers old brave not a fool wise clever skilled death their demise
• Tiverswell once prospering port town abundant bustling alive, the year1485. glories now in ashes flames unroll, the night consumed by chaos death lost souls, bedlamthe invisible barrier that separates worlds realms suddenly shatters disappears is no moreportals suddenly open abyss realms collide ghastly beasts demons monsters wraiths fiends on stallion legs with lizard hide wielding lances and pole axes their laugh a cruel echo in the dark the moon and stars blood red hulking demonic knights clad in ebon plated armor glowing yellow eyes faces dark red snout wielding wielding swords and axes and enormous hammers of war nude forms of the succubi soaring through the night air giant bat like wings harlots of hell mix of beauty profane sharp teeth whip-like tails sucking out souls other abominations appear as well roars growls death plunder blood rot screams crying fires ash in the midst of the destruction and loss a solitary figure emerges his mighty sword lopping off the heads of demons and monsters left and right his vibrant blue eyes long wheat colored hair somersaulting through the air evading dodging attacks swords lances axes hammers and orbs of hellfire none collide he's too fast agile and strong his name Anselm Casey, a former knight of The Order of the Lancers of Dawn, now a mercenary. dauntless swift his blade deadly black ichor flows from the wounds of his slain foes the fires of Tiverswell, mighty Anselm saves who he can and continues to fight
• Emotional support Siberian husky Luna. Eternal bond. Remembering, honoring, love, grief. Her birthday is today. Sadness missing her. Blue eyes. Meeting again one day. Soul dog. Rhyming
• The Bog of Berktawa she roamed, Vurlda, her long silver hair, fair skin, eye patch over left eye, the warrior woman, alone humid dank stench rot muck midday trees insects fur covered her large bosom sweat bare midriff sounds movement shadows foulness snapping alert throat noise her hand broad sword figures shadowy multitude clearing their figures varying in size their appearance grotesque and familiar long sharp thorn like teeth mouths too wide black and eyes bright at the center long sharp claws ravenous vile hunger evil brutal savage ghouls many of of them large and fat tall gaunt bald long scraggly matted filth hair torn tattered attire male and female saliva and blood Vurlda soon surrounded brave intelligent daring strong Vurlda has to get away they charge intending to make her a feast sword at the ready prepared she beheads the first a towering mass of fat she hacks off the arm of a female ghoul wearing a tattered filthy dress dark red blood mixing with the muck her blade slashes hacking chopping the ghouls in a frenzy claws bared teeth gnashing Vurlda claw marks on her thighs and belly and arm her blood the sight and scent excites the rabid fiends their hunger grows Vurlda slashes evades solid kick the the groin of one of the ghouls tall and sinewy she lops off its head headless body collapses sinking into the muck she cuts open wide the belly of another dark blood and innards pouring out cleaves through the neck of the ghoul many more abound she can't cut them all down she isn't a fool she runs they give chase sounds sword gripped tightly sweat and bblood smears her body face heavy chest thicks waterfall dive roars sun sky water birds
• The once bustling prosperous glorious port city of Tiverswell now up in flames ruined destruction death ( the poem takes place in the year of 1890 ) the night the moon red as blood the night smoke cinder , the invisible veil that separates realm appears to have shattered disappeared, nightmarish creatures and fiends have appeared chaos blood death eerie grusome ghastly people fear souls death slaughter of the innocent protectors overwhelmed and slain streets run red men women children elderly all slain dread other worldly beings with the form of a stallion from the waist down, torso of a man, and the head of a lizard muscular wielding pole axes and some with lances impaling and hacking away with delight grim, tall and imposing clad in ebon scale armor wielding and and uses shield yellow slitted eyes helm with gnashing sharp teeth demonic knights cutting everyone down slaughtering laughing their face red cruel inhuman eyes horrid breath, suddenly ne of the demons cry out then its head soars through the air black ichor heads lands oonto the ground, the nude form of a winged female demon with the stench of sulfur and decay flies by her large bat-like wings she shrieks as her body suddenly plummets to the ground her body cleaved in half from hip to hip, black ichor and innards the fiends look on in utter confusion a lone figure with long wheat color hair and eyes of a vibrant blood and fair skin with sword in hand the blade coated in black his eyes glaring at the demons the demons begin to laugh doubting the prowess and skill set of this new foe their laughter cut short as his blade strikes true evading and dodging the weapons of his hellish foes the charms of the succubi hovering above have no effect his blade imbued with mana cleaves through armor and bare flesh alike reptilian heads and the heads of the red skinned knights lie on the street bubbling puddles of black ichor their bodies in heaps the lone swordsman leaps into the night air slashing at the foul winged hell harlots severing wings limbs and heads all falling to the ground below A tall hulking demon knight no longer with helm clashes blades with the lone human warrior the demon is shocked qnd puzzled by the strength and speed of the lone human the demon's defense is breached the blue-eyed avenger buries his blade deep into the center of the chest of the demon, black ichor leaks from the nose and mouth of the hellish brute his yellow eyes wide as the sword is drawn back and the blue eyed warrior raises his sword high over head and in a downward blow cleaves his foe in half. The man stands alone in the midst of the grisly scene panting sigh there was still much for him to do, his name Anselm Casey, a former knight of The Order of the Lancers of Dawn. He was now a mercenary hired by the church. dauntless strong powerful highly skilled intelligent formidable tall wind miasma death rot bodies scattered of human monster and demon alike rot the stars are red like tiny dots of blood in the vast black mass of the night's sky when will this waking nightmare be over he had no clue still work to be done
• Kamil, mechanic, 43 birthday. Trusted collega, empathic, people focussed. Lover of Stand up paddling. Bringer of cake an treats