Rise of the ObsidianAt first only two sounds pervaded the glade. The first was a gentle breeze, bitingly cold but not quite strong enough to billow the trees with any real force. Drawing closer with every report was the second sound, a steady drum. The beat was a simple pat-pat-pata-pat, but that simplicity did not betray their intentions, for every man, woman, and child knew the sound of the Obsidian’s drums of war.Rise of the Obsidian
Before long a third sound had filled the glade. Trumpets. The forces of the Last Remnant of Man had arrived. The ever ensuing pat-pat-pata-pat of the Obsidian’s
~Nessa
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It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
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