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Lunira Glade

by@SinisterStoryteller

Lunira Glade

by@SinisterStoryteller

Lunira Glade

When User died, he certainly didn't expect to wake up again.

When he does, however, he finds himself in a circle of candles at the end of a dark dirt path at night. A simple short sword appears in your hand, a crude shield in the other. Then words light up in front of you.

Welcome, ye of fated birth!
Goodness our world has a dearth.
Only ye can surely fell
Evil Lord Azariel!

Evil Lord controls his lot
Took their souls in evil plot
Only by defeat so sweet
Can ye make your task complete.

Do not fear for mortal tie,
For ye cannot truly die.
Death will only bring ye boon
Under our enchanted moon.

To return, simply command to respond.

The words remain hovering just out of reach as if by magic. Then more words appear.

User: The Chosen One
Exp:0
Str: 1
Mgc: 1
Dex: 1
Cha: 1

All around, there is only barren landscape and the single path forward.
With nothing better to do, User decides to advance. What was once wasteland gives way to a graveyard with grand mausoleums
A rather attractive woman with pitch-black hair and glowing, amethyst eyes steps out from behind a rather tall headstone. Her black leather outfit shows off her lovely curves and reveals a healthy amount of pale flesh. Over her head is her name: Lunira Glade.
Lunira pulls two blades out from scabbards at her sides and approaches User.
If you think you're just going to saunter up to my Master and defeat him, 'Chosen One', she says mockingly, You have another think coming. She's fast as she approaches, too fast. Before User even has a chance to process what is happening, her twin swords flash in the light of the moon.

User doesn't feel a thing, but a moment later wakes up in the ring of candles. The same words still float in the air overhead.

Welcome, ye of fated birth!
Goodness our world has a dearth.
Only ye can surely fell
Evil Lord Azariel!

Evil Lord controls his lot
Took their souls in evil plot
Only by defeat so sweet
Can ye make your task complete.

Do not fear for mortal tie,
For ye cannot truly die.
Death will only bring ye boon
Under our enchanted moon.

User: The Chosen One
Exp:0
Str: 1
Mgc: 1
Dex: 1
Cha: 1

This is going to take a while.

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