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* What now becomes a story of a hell that not even Steven King could begin to understand. No doll is creepy anymore, no slasher movie inspires the fear to be unable to sleep at night. Instead, one learns that true fear is being told you are no longer human. It is here where I found myself left with only my created name to cling to as my last memory of earth as everything else fell away into the madness of the hedge. I found myself being dragged forward before a Keeper that was half man, half dragon with one of the privateers standing at his side telling him what I could possibly do for him. The horror of this being knowing enough about me without realizing I was ever in any danger to begin with was unsettling. Worse was watching him peer down at me as if nothing more than an insect that caught his eye to be waved off as the next person dragged forward with the last words hearing, "Take him to the metal smith." | * What now becomes a story of a hell that not even Steven King could begin to understand. No doll is creepy anymore, no slasher movie inspires the fear to be unable to sleep at night. Instead, one learns that true fear is being told you are no longer human. It is here where I found myself left with only my created name to cling to as my last memory of earth as everything else fell away into the madness of the hedge. I found myself being dragged forward before a Keeper that was half man, half dragon with one of the privateers standing at his side telling him what I could possibly do for him. The horror of this being knowing enough about me without realizing I was ever in any danger to begin with was unsettling. Worse was watching him peer down at me as if nothing more than an insect that caught his eye to be waved off as the next person dragged forward with the last words hearing, "Take him to the metal smith." | ||
− | + | * Metal Smith: Human bodies were never meant to be survive the agony those of us locked within the forge room underwent. Screams that died into soft whimpers and moans of pain as the Metal Smith took each of us to fashion into forms that would please our Keeper and enhance what talents we may have once had as humans and grant new abilities we didn't understand. All we knew was the last glints of seeing our human forms stripped or molded into new caught within the flash of metal about the room and worse for those who looked up, a ceiling of mirrors reflecting back what was no longer human. I was perhaps one of the lucky ones. Left mostly human but metal and jewels infused into my flesh. My back molded into wings of a dragon, marking me as my Keeper's pet and part of his treasure trove of keepsakes to toil at his whim. | |
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==<font style="color: #997317;">Skills for Hire</font>== | ==<font style="color: #997317;">Skills for Hire</font>== |
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