Yes I'm hitting up ANOTHER story. I'll be hopefully releasing it after the summer holidays/near the end; please don't demand it before as I will NOT be releasing before. Hopefully I will pull it off. It will be violent so Utho will be happy The Curse of Necromancy. Have a teaser chapter. This will be the first chapter/prologue but I'll add more. The Curse of Necromancy Black rain clouds slowly formed over the village to make one dense cloud. Even with the awful weather the villagers continued the festival of M'Saati. Ribbons and different coloured lamps infested the grimy tiled streets as happy infants skipped up and down. Adults laughed and bumbled, trying to imbracs the festival of M'Saati; trying to ignore the prophecy. Trying to forget the Elders. Trying to escape the clouds. Tables lined all the roads like a network, food littered the wooden slabs. Chicken, beef, pork, geese. This was a treat for the town people, they never got any meat but the Monarch needed some kind of happiness in his Kingdom. As the clouds started to thin more children started to run around. A girl tripped on one of the wooden table legs. Bowls of fruit clattered to the cobblestone ground. Large plates of pig and chicken slid across the rough wooden table. As the shards of wood flung into her skin, slashing her open, her knee dragged on the jagged tiles; blood spraying over the rocks. As the street got painted a deep crimson the girl burst into tears. Her eyes were raw as she violently rubbed the tears away. Loud wails could be heard that suddenly got silenced… to be followed by a scream. The girl stared at her hand, a black Egpytian eye slowly infected her hand. "What is that?" She wailed. Her vains slowly discoloured to dark black. Her skin shriveled. Thunder cracked in the clouds, wind howled. The same words whistled in the air. "Satan's spell, child from hell. Death's curse, wield the power." Screeching and wailing echoed. The girl screamed as a shadow black dagger shot into her neck. Jews of ruby red blood splattered the tables and houses deep red. The Mayor rushed over the bleeding girl, her head flopped and easily moved. Her eyes were wide with shock, her black pupils slowly retracting from a massive pop. Shadow entrails licked off her slim frame and into the sky. The followed to top of the spire. The mayor's gaze followed them. He looked just in time to see the hooded man leap off it; wrapped in a shield of darkness. A case of pain, fear, negativity and death.
Feedback and the actual story! that's why I hate it when people do this
Feather it doesn't matter as long as all the threads are related to FF. We should be worried about the OT threads in FF.
Reminds me of my thread. "Dragon Tale 2- coming soon to a forum near you!" Hmm? But good story so far