posted on Jul, 4 2016 @ 03:40 PM
Decided to try and write an entry. Not sure what it's about. But it is a character for the realm of Accasia.
The woods stretched in the wake of the day for the Sun who woke the world with its unceasing rays of light. Without a blemish in the sky
I was reminded of what once was in the night and what could be. The night had passed with the howls of woodland beasts and the haunting shrieks of a
maiden somewhere in the distance preying on unwary warriors of chivalry. It was the rays of heavenly light that woke me and the call of birds that
sought their mates in this season following the cold, white winter.
From my bed I rose from whence I dreamt of adventures that were once had, now memories long gone. I stood by the fire where water boiled recalling
comrades fallen to the dragons and other beasts of terror. Times had changed, evil was purged from the realm, power was had by none and I was not the
man I had once been with power, but a man withering away in solitude in the sacred woods of my Gods to whom I prayed, but forsaken and unanswered my
I dreamt of power and adventure, of maidens fair and sweet, of glory and honor, blood and violence to appease the Gods above. I woke from these
daydreams with the smell of burnt meal, a small pastry quickly prepared, scarred from the fire.