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The Prince of the Ombrae

In the Ombrae, people are whispering: "The King will never return," and the panic rose as the sky was menacing to send their soldiers to ravage the monstrosities living here. Banshees, zombies, vampires, and so many others were ready to leave the world they loved, to return to Earth and hide. When another rumor spread: "The Prince is coming", and in the heart of the damned, for the first time in a very long time, there was hope again. For those who have fallen in disgrace, those who want to be forgotten. It feels so cold in Ombrae. Where are our brothers and sisters, where are our children? It is so calm in Ombrae. Listening to the call of our King and then his son, the Prince, in the darkness we rise. It is so warm in Ombrae.

Dragoslawa · Fantasía
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The eight men and the lizards

"And then, I took his head and I slammed him against the chair. It broke the chair, and the guy died on the spot, but hey, this is what you get to sleep with my wife."

"You could have talked to them, Rahir, this man must have had a good explanation for sleeping with your wife."

"Of course, he had, Urak! She was hot!"

"Was?"

"I killed her too. I guess she is much less hot now."

Jäwell listened to Urak and Rahir speaking around the fire. Urak was a compassionate person, Jäwell already had guessed that the man could have made a perfect diplomat in other circumstances. He was trying to find a way to resolve conflicts without involving violence as a priority, while Rahir, on the other hand, was slightly different. 

Rahir had strong values, he cared for honor, respect, and the word given. The notion of betrayal was something he could not accept. Anything out of morale according to his criteria was not bearable.