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[title] => Corisanda: Ashcroft Dungeon
[time] => 2005-05-16 21:03:43
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[bodytext] => As my senses started to return, I could hear a faint dripping of water My hair now greasy, was hanging in front of my face The heartbreaking sound of weeping was heard far away I had soon realized that weeping was my own handmaiden, Estrilda Estrilda, what was my handmaiden doing in this place, Yet…I had to find out where we were And also where was Sterling? I could tell it was daylight, from the little sliver of sun That was peeking through the tiny, wooden window But the daylight seemed to bloom with darkness The only place where I’ve heard of this, From frightful stories told to me as a child Aulea, the realm of our corrupted rivals, The Ashcroft’s By the beat placing of the gray stones in wall, We were all in the haunting dungeon of Castle Ashcroft This castle, I’ve heard was located in the Shadowbane Mountains Those mountains have treacherous peaks with jutting cliffs My despair was broken by a penetrating scream The scream was masculine in nature and it Pierced my heart like a knife through my back Then the scream had faded into the walls of the prison At last after a few moments, I had tried to move Something was stopping me from moving away My arms had been bare, but bright blood was dripping from my wrists Tight, thick ropes were tied over my wrists and ankles Preventing me from walking or making a slight movement A cloaked figure walked past my cell The person was holding a single wax candle Carved in the shape of their demon god, Albreeda Through the darkness of the persons hood Their eyes flamed like fiery orbs of sun And then faded into the shelter of its hood ~*~ The King Of Aulea had no wife, For that he was very stern and cold He had no desire for mercy His name was Reyner, the last son of Andrast Reyner dealt in the field of humiliating his enemies Until their spirits are broken That is what he had planned for me, Also Sterling as well If it weren’t for Sterling, I would have never survived what was to come [comments] => 0 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 40 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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