November 25, 2015, 01:28 PM
(This post was last modified: November 25, 2015, 01:31 PM by Tiamat.)
The fog rolled thickly throughout the Stormlands.
With it came inspiration. An idea. A thing she was prepared to set into motion.
Her good nature toward the tawny wolf provoked it also, but the eeriness of the day was something of a sign to the self-proclaimed leader on this Island. The Queen of the Dead. It was an interesting thought. So absurd that perhaps it could be believed. Tiamat would become a living ghost story, and so would those that died with her. For her. Living was overrated, was it not? What benefit did one get from living when no matter what success they gained they would still find themselves at the end of the road? One could get more done dead, she dared to think. If only she could plant the seed of that in the mind of another.
Create herself a pack of ghouls and goblins.
It was a clever thought. The ultimate trick. And she and her corpse-army could harass the living as they pleased, and haunt this very island! Amused to no end, she decided, yes, I will do this thing. They who dared won after all, wasn't that how the saying went? She simply needed to find the next malleable mind that she could manipulate into the form of this belief. Those who believed in the supernatural would be the most easy to convince, and she wondered if luck--the fickle creature--would be on her side this dismal evening.
With it came inspiration. An idea. A thing she was prepared to set into motion.
Her good nature toward the tawny wolf provoked it also, but the eeriness of the day was something of a sign to the self-proclaimed leader on this Island. The Queen of the Dead. It was an interesting thought. So absurd that perhaps it could be believed. Tiamat would become a living ghost story, and so would those that died with her. For her. Living was overrated, was it not? What benefit did one get from living when no matter what success they gained they would still find themselves at the end of the road? One could get more done dead, she dared to think. If only she could plant the seed of that in the mind of another.
Create herself a pack of ghouls and goblins.
It was a clever thought. The ultimate trick. And she and her corpse-army could harass the living as they pleased, and haunt this very island! Amused to no end, she decided, yes, I will do this thing. They who dared won after all, wasn't that how the saying went? She simply needed to find the next malleable mind that she could manipulate into the form of this belief. Those who believed in the supernatural would be the most easy to convince, and she wondered if luck--the fickle creature--would be on her side this dismal evening.
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dawn of the dead - by Tiamat - November 25, 2015, 01:28 PM
RE: dawn of the dead - by Corvasa - November 26, 2015, 01:17 AM
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