Conure1243

Yes, this seems about right. Also, Star fed me a cookie, and my member title clearly says Do Not Feed now! Perfect Villain Motivation (Ignore the fact that it wasn't Do Not Feed at that point)

Twenty guys! 20

I don't even need to post to accidentally kill Star. I am a chaotic gremlin, and Star was the first victim (Though not by my choice) and now it's kinda just stuck

5 I'm happy that there are still forum games to come up with

I guess Akimiko it is.

3 I'm all for this

And I'm going to get Star's ULTIMATE REVENGE Except I still haven't really gotten much of that.

*Pointedly Coughs* Yes, that is exactly what happened

I suggested that specifically because I knew it could never happen. *hehehe*

I couldn't even buy the books. I don't think Plush Chasmfiends even exist, either. Suggestion for Revenge: Force me to watch you burn a Stormlight Leatherbound

You seem to be getting distracted a lot. Do you need a Plush Chasmfiend?

The last post loses is literally just fueling 80% of the One-Liners right now. I think we should be concerned

Congrats! *Hands Star a ribbon*

You do have an idea for what to do as round two... right, @Through The Living Star?

I'm part of the ribbon people's team now. To get strike 2.

I mean... Both of my ears were in intense pain this morning... Maybe you have more effect than I expected.

Mmmmm... Yes. Conure Approves. *Steals 3466225742*

Yeah... Is there even any way to guess who could have the gun?

I uhh... I can't hear through the forums.

You do know what to do as revenge... right Star? *Continues Mumbling* Best to ask somebody who isn't in a neutral party

Uhhh... I mean... If somebody can perform surgery on demons of any kind, maybe?

*Shrugs* I don't really know why people even talk to begin with. Socializing is difficult.

Getting strike 3. However, I'm not good at making sense, so that wasn't really understandable.

Finally! That took too long.

This is a test prologue I'm writing for my story - Whispers of the Ancient Stars. Whether or not this will make it into the final book is undetermined. Anyway, here it is! Let me know what you think! Prologue: Broken Gods If only humanity could have understood just how fragile their gods' powers were. Zelias roamed the streets of Erylen in the dark. Something was here, though what, they didn’t fully understand. Powerless indeed. Even after millennia spent as a god, Zelias felt weak. The three Great Souls, of which Zelias was a part, each wandered the kingdom streets, in search of a threat. They knew not what that threat was, nor what could be done. A great soul could not perceive the mortal world, any better than the mortals themselves. Zelias raised their draconic hands to the alley wall, scales and claws meeting stone. The kingdom was built upon their own grave, and Zelias could not help but feel sentimental to again roam these grounds. The place where Zelias, after a lifetime of rejection, finally found acceptance in their final moments. A tear dropped to the ground. Grief. Zelias could still feel it. This was good. Gods should care for their world. This city was dying. The trade routes that sustained it and the neighboring lands had been destroyed, whether it was by man or natural forces. However, Gods shouldn’t have been broken. Zelias was nothing if not broken. Focus! Zelias told themself. They scanned the streets. The creature had been here. Zelias could feel that much. The signs of a powerful wraith, unnatural blackness spilling across the ground like blood, were only visible to a spirit’s eyes. Such a dominant wraith should not have been able to manifest without the notice of the Great Souls, and the seal was strong. The suffering of Zelias and their companions was enough to ensure that the raging souls of the dead were contained. The trail led down the alleys. Zelias followed them. There did not seem to be any pattern to where they led, until Zelias, after several hours of following, found the creature that they hunted. Rayah, unsurprisingly, had reached it first. Zelias’ companion stood stiff, clad in bright, flowing robes adorned with swirling patterns, reminiscent of Zelias’ old blade. She stood, watching with horror at a mortal man, who hunched over a barrel, shaking and suffering alone in the dark. To the Souls, it seemed to be born of dark blood. The Wraith was still bonded to a living creature? “They are suffering.” Rayah said, “I tried to listen. This person only cries in agony.” “How?” Zelias whispered, “How did this happen?” “I don’t know.” Rayah admitted, “There seems to be no trace of anything other than this dark creature. I… I don’t believe there is anything we could do.” “We could find a champion.” Zelias said, “Have a mortal come to drive a blade through their heart. Surely it would be a mercy.” “No.” Rayah said, “We let it die on its own. It is not yet dire enough for a Champion. For now, I say we let it live. That is…” “Unless it manages to pose a threat.” Rayah nodded. The sun began to rise, exposing the fragile souls to mortal eyes. Rayah looked toward Zelias, then toward the broken person. She faded, returning to the star that was her home. Zelias watched her leave, then again glanced at the suffering creature. They did not find grief this time. As Zelias looked at this creature, they found only hatred. That was a clear sign that they had to leave. If Zelias let themselves betray the other two, and had a Champion slay this creature… It would not end well. Hatred from a god would only end in catastrophe. In an act of restraint, Zelias left the suffering creature to die in the streets. A bit short, as it's a relatively new part of the story. Let me know your thoughts!