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Lord's Authority.

***[WSA 2024 Entry]*** “In a realm where deceit is woven into the very fabric of existence, the enigmatic dance of perception unfolds. A mimic seeks joy, while another spins webs of deception, manipulating with coy precision. Malevolence lurks in the shadows, and blood stains the path of the fifth. The sixth remains stoic, while the seventh is naught but a mere pawn. Above, below, and hidden amidst, he who controls perception watches, ever vigilant.” *** What does the Fool say? Welcome to the world of [Lord of Mirrors], where reality blurs and truth is but a fleeting illusion. In this game of power and deception, one must tread carefully, for the line between roleplayer and pawn is thin. Is the Lord truly the master, or are we merely pieces in his intricate game? It's all about perception. With eyes that see all and knowledge that spans realms, the is absolute. Obey his commands or face the consequences, for in this realm, he reigns supreme. *** A simple and naive archeologist with a heartache is tasked to roleplay the merciless Lord. Failure means only one thing – death. Can he do it? Maybe or Maybe not. No one knows. However, one must remember… “The Other side is tainted.” ... Warning: This content contains explicit language, graphic violence, and scenes of gore. Reader discretion is advised. *** Additional tags: Brutality, Dark, Villain, Smut, and Gore. ... Title Inspiration: ~Droit du seigneur (The Right of the Lord)~ Character inspiration: Mordret Valor (Shadow Slave) ... Update Chapter length: 2000+/- words. ... Volume 1: The Deception of Mimic ... Welcome to the Other Side (Discord link): https://discord.gg/G5JbQsjt7V

Oskar_04 · Games
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37. A Severed Head, Battered, and Bloody.

In the eerie darkness of the Peta estate, the moon cast a feeble light upon the twisted trees in the small forest, creating an interplay of shadows. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves or the haunting howls in the distance. The air was thick with dread, each breath an icy reminder of the lurking danger.

Among the villagers of Mordret's Barony, a sense of desperation hung in the air. They gathered in hushed clusters, their faces etched with fear, some clutching weapons, others whispering prayers into the night. Their eyes darted nervously, scanning the darkness for any sign of movement, hearts pounding in unison with the anticipation of the unknown.