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He jumped back, out of the way, using the dash.

--- Part 1 --- *ding ding* The sound of the door to the tavern opening. A jolly Jesk is laughing at all. Everyone is grumbling, looking away. "You, in the doorway! Would you like to hear a tale? A tale told by a liar and a fool?" The Jesk asks. "Ah, you want to know if it is myth or history? Why don't you listen and find out?" The Jesk replies. Everyone grumbles, and the Jesk tells them to shush. "Everyone, one and all, who wishes to hear a story, especially you, curious man, and listen to my tale." He begins his story, telling of another time. "This is a tale of Kings and Thrones, a tale of an evil crown that touched many a heart. There was a king who was slain. Slain by the one who held his crown buried in his flesh. But I digress. You dont want to hear the end of the story before it even began! There was a king who was seen as evil by everyone, even his son. His son was to inherit his crown and title soon, so he searched and traveled for a witch. A witch who could make him invulnerable and so he could not be usurped by his son. For in this kingdom, sons take the throne in a battle to the death; the winner takes the crown. So he searched for the witch. Bestower of curses, master of pain. This evil witch was deep in the swamp. Now, you all know this tale. The tale of the witch that lives in the swamp. A terrifying area unlike any other on the planet. However, back in those days, there were many. Many, many swamps throughout the world, but the king couldn't find the witch. However, one day, he heard of a disturbance near a swamp. A carriage's horses were running away, even though there seemed to be nothing special about the swamp they were going towards. The king hopped on his noble chariot, and sure enough, when he got there, his horses fled. He entered the swamp." By now, the previous doubting onlookers had gathered around the Jesk. "Ya see, they dont like being made a fool, but love hearing a fool's story, Mr. Curious." "KEEP ON WITH THE STORY," One of the angry onlookers shouted. "Alright, alright. As he traveled through the swamp, he frequently heard chilling sounds. Eventually, he approached a large wooden structure. He knocked on the door, and sure enough, a witch emerged. They bartered for days, and eventually, the witch cursed his crown for him. He left, satisfied. However, the witch had placed a particular curse on the crown. As long as he wore it, he would be king. He could not be killed by a mortal hand. That part he knew. However, the second side to the curse was not known to the king. The crown could kill any living or unliving thing known to the earth. And the king was fated to be killed by it. The king returned home, seeming all joyous. And the palace knew not what had changed. However, the first assassination occured. An arrow, tipped in poison, ran straight toward the king. And it struck him in the temple. And then ... It bounced right off. The court was shocked. They finally figured out what the king had searched for. Many had theorized, but few knew. After that faitful day, assassination attempts ceased. But the court was filled with unrest. They whispered with each other, trying to figure out which item on the king was cursed. No matter what they tried, they couldn't figure it out. However, one day, an assassination came. The king had become confident, and the crown hung sideways. 2 daggers were thrown, at the head, one at the throat. One dagger missed and knocked the crown off the king's head. The other dagger fell too low and pierced him in the shoulder. Clutching from the pain that he had not felt in so long, he lunged for his crown. He quickly put it on, and the dagger popped out. However, the court and the world now knew his weakness. He didn't even get his chance to see how this would unfold, For on that day, he entered his chambers, his son was waiting for him. He sprang up, knocked the crown off the king's head, grabbed it, and stuck it through the king's heart. Then, the son, full of hatred and fear, took the kings crown and shattered it. He gathered all the pieces, put them in a box, and put the box far far away." The Jesk stopped, looking at the crowd. "And that is the tale. Any questions." The entire tavern, transfixed, was stopped in silence. "What was that, Mr. Curious? You still wish to know if it was Myth or History?" The Jesk laughed. "Why dont you ask the witch?" --- Part 2 --- "The night's barely begun! Who would like to hear another story?" The traveling Jesk said. "Oh, Mr. Curious. I still don't know your name... Could you care to tell me?" The Jesk asked. "You like being called Mr. Curious? Okay. Well, what story did you want to hear?" The Jesk inquired. "The story of where all the swamps went? Ah, yes, I did say that little detail in my last retelling, didn't I?" The Jesk replied. "HEY! GET ON WITH THE STORY!" One of the rude onlookers shouted. "Alright, alright." "You all know full well the story of the witch. However, did you know that there used to be many of her kind? Beings of magic and curses, who had enchanted weapons and skills Well, there was a way to become one of these people... You would have to capture a god." Everyone in the room gasped. "But... Gods are the most dangerous beasts in the world! They even live in the Cursed Lands!" How in the world would you capture one?" A confused onlooker remarked. "These beings, known as the Cursed, all had a peculiar tattoo on their arm, sometimes going through their entire body." The Jesk continued, "And the new King needed an assassin. Someone came, and at that time, people didn't know of the Cursed and their tattoos. So this assassin came, a wyrm on his arm, and accepted the request to slay the witch. Every time he couldn't find the witch in a swamp, He would look down into the murky waters... and let his tattoo be free. Swamps on fire, deserts after the wyrm was through with them, he ravaged. One day, there was only 1 swamp left in the entire world. There, he and the witch fought. Curses flying through the air, a wyrm and a giant beast fought above. In the end, the holder of the wyrm lost, and some say, If you look down into the murky waters of the swamp, you can still see a man staring up at you, trapped, with a wyrm flying high above. And that, my dear friends, is why you never mess with the Witch of the Swamp..." --- Part 3 --- The Jesk looked across the crowd and replied to the question. "You wish to know how the witch became Cursed? Well, that sure is one big story." By now, people were satisfied and beginning to leave. "Oh, you wish to stay, Mr. Curious? How interesting. Well, on with the story I will go. You remember the assassin? Well, he was her friend. They had heard the rumors of catching a god. And each area of the desert had different beasts. Many had said the desert is quite small, but you could travel through it for days and still not find your destination. Some claimed to have traveled all across the desert, it only taking them many a year. How did they sustain themselves? No one knew. Many thought they were liars and cheats. However, this pair of brother and sister Had set out to find the gods. Each section of the desert had one powerful god that ruled over the other clans. They traveled to the god's land, full of mystery. And the first god they found was a majestic Wyrm, Mighty and powerful indeed. The brother, Athtar, captured this beast. But only after a great struggle. Athtar wished to return, but his sister insisted on staying. They traveled a bit farther, and encountered a beast. The moment they laid eyes on it, they knew that this God was the most powerful in this section of the Cursed Lands. It was a powerful Deer. One that loomed above all, could crush even the mightiest of Gods. And the sister, Aerith, wished to capture it. And after great communing, for one could not defeat this beast, the Mighty Deer was captured. From the other tale, the reason the king's son was able to convince Aerith to kill his sister, Was because of the one standing next to him. The great Piercer of Gods, the only God who was able to take human form, Forare. For, Forare is mighty and powerful, but that is a story for another time." The Jesk finished, as the last customer left the tavern. "One more story? Fine, fine. But only one more, Mr. Curious." --- Part 4 --- "This Forare, the Piercer of Gods, is a dangerous foe. Originally a man, he captured a god. He became a cursed, and at the time, it was believed impossible for a Cursed to capture more than one god. We currently believe it to be true. However, somehow, he captured another. Thousands of gods, layering on top of each other, he became able to transform into one himself. At that point, he did a feat that had been perceived impossible. He killed a god. Slaughtered one. Pierced it with a sword he summoned from air itself. He finally found The Blood of The Gods And that was when he shifted from man to myth. He was all-powerful, a beast unknown to the world. He commanded armies of gods, leading them himself. He was a terrifying beast. He plagued the realm. One day, when the first king was searching for the witch, he came across Forare. Forare was intrigued by the King, and while he was away, he went to the son, and planted the idea of the murder. After the king was killed and a new one rose to power, Forare spoke of the evil witch. Forare polluted the new King's mind with stories of the witch's evilness, and convinced him to send an assassin. He forced the brother into attempting to kill his sister. And indirectly, the sister into trapping her brother. But why would he do this? Forare went to the swamp, pretending to be friendly. The witch took him in, smiling and free. However, back at the palace, laid the new King's crownless corpse staying still. And in Forare's hand, a crown shining bright. He struck, catching her unaware, as she was killed by a curse she had placed. With her death, her god flew free, and he thrust the crown in the air. It scratched the mighty deer, and because of its curse and the power of the wielder, The mighty deer fell, and he was able to collect it's blood. Forare stared into the pond, and reached out and pulled Athtar free. Athtar thanked him, looked down and saw a crown in his gut. And Forare gained another vial of the Blood of the Gods. After that, he wandered, as the kingdom scrambled to find a new king. Who knows where Forare is now." The Jesk finished. "Oh? You wish to tell me your name?" The Jesk felt a word land on his ear, and on no one else's. The Jesk fell back, for he knew the words were no lie. The Jesk's tattoo would have pulsed if he was. *ding ding* The door opened and closed, and this tavern would never feel that grace ever again. "What did he say his name was?" The tavern keeper asked, curious what would produce such a strong reaction. The Jesk muttered slowly, as if scarred, "Forare."

"This Forare, the Piercer of Gods, is a dangerous foe. Originally a man, he captured a god. He became a cursed, and at the time, it was believed impossible for a Cursed to capture more than one god. We currently believe it to be true. However, somehow, he captured another. Thousands of gods, layering on top of each other, he became able to transform into one himself. At that point, he did a feat that had been perceived impossible. He killed a god. Slaughtered one. Pierced it with a sword he summoned from air itself. He finally found The Blood of The Gods And that was when he shifted from man to myth. He was all-powerful, a beast unknown to the world. He commanded armies of gods, leading them himself. He was a terrifying beast. He plagued the realm. One day, when the first king was searching for the witch, he came across Forare. Forare was intrigued by the King, and while he was away, he went to the son, and planted the idea of the murder. After the king was killed and a new one rose to power, Forare spoke of the evil witch. Forare polluted the new King's mind with stories of the witch's evilness, and convinced him to send an assassin. He forced the brother into attempting to kill his sister. And indirectly, the sister into trapping her brother. But why would he do this? Forare went to the swamp, pretending to be friendly. The witch took him in, smiling and free. However, back at the palace, laid the new King's crownless corpse staying still. And in Forare's hand, a crown shining bright. He struck, catching her unaware, as she was killed by a curse she had placed. With her death, her god flew free, and he thrust the crown in the air. It scratched the mighty deer, and because of its curse and the power of the wielder, The mighty deer fell, and he was able to collect it's blood. Forare stared into the pond, and reached out and pulled Athtar free. Athtar thanked him, looked down and saw a crown in his gut. And Forare gained another vial of the Blood of the Gods. After that, he wandered, as the kingdom scrambled to find a new king. Who knows where Forare is now." The Jesk finished. "Oh? You wish to tell me your name?" The Jesk felt a word land on his ear, and on no one else's. The Jesk fell back, for he knew the words were no lie. The Jesk's tattoo would have pulsed if he was. *ding ding* The door opened and closed, and this tavern would never feel that grace ever again. "What did he say his name was?" The tavern keeper asked, curious what would produce such a strong reaction. The Jesk muttered slowly, as if scarred, "Forare."

Day 6: Pierce

I jump up into it, attempting to push it out of the way.

Green V floating in midair

It has a very thin connection very very far away.

Ethnicity: Recordian

The flute is a normal flute.

HISSS BLASHPENMY Perfection Did I?

That was rude your spren says

I said the rectangle was white! No I just didn’t want to write gray

I just like RP and I believe I was killing Aman, right? this is the problem when your only view of me is a view when I was an elim

You see that this is a properly furnished room

There’s like words but it doesn’t have to be cosmere themed

I meant to say black and yes I do Only to specifically strmblsd’d profile picture

You open the box, and you see a familiar flute. @Kansas Stormcursed

White rectabgle that exists in a white void

I really just don’t imagine people behind the pictures well, I imagine people, just whigh the same face, body and appearance as the picture

Pixelated white circle with a face

It is a box It has a lid Would you like to open it?

Ooooo very pretty

Waiiiit yeah! oh that would’ve been nice