Lord_Damocles

The Old Gods are gone. Lost and Forgotten, their honor shattered and their kingdoms broken by treachery. 

The Peace of the Myriad Heavens has been severed. And from the ashes of war and chaos, the Twin Towers of Babel have been created as a beacon of hope. 

Can Altair, a child born of the Old Gods whose name has long since been forgotten, survive, or will he be cast into the Nine Hells?

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"So..." Arsene continued, enjoying his child's flush expression. "I've got a few things to teach you. What I'm about to give you is some peak wisdom. Think of it as my Ten Commandments: One, never trust a bitch with red hair. Trust me on this. Two, the pull-out game is not a real thing. She will get pregnant. Three—"

"F-Father…"

" —Never get yourself more than one wife. It sounds fun. It is fun. But it's truly a nightmare. You better be writing this stuff down. This is some grade-A wisdom right here. Four.

"...Please stop talking…" The Prince pleaded. 

"Shhhhh. Just let this happen. Four…Bro's before hoes isn't a thing. The hoes come first. Remember, Booty is more important than Wa— "

"STOP!!!!!"

Shadow of the Abyss

Ren was giggling on top of her Direwolf trotting through the dense woods, thick with an eerie mist that obscured those that relied only on the sense of sight. But neither Ren nor her Direwolf needed their eyes. Their senses were attuned to the forest; as Ren directed the wolf low, cutting under a broken trunk caught by a nearby branch, she jerked its fur, whirling the beast down a stoney landslide beside a lake filled with frogmen gripping spears.

Ren sped past them in a blur of gray, feeling the winds wrenching against her uniform. Her long, blood-red hair swirled like a fierce storm as she stepped upon a soaring cliff overlooking the Great Plateau.

She stood there in awe for a moment, allowing her wolf time to rest, and took in the view of endless mountains, Ravines, Prairies, and mirrored lakes.

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