Event Prompts

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he shall go nowhere near it
By Riptide ・ 4 ・ 0
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the silence
By Selkie ・ 1 ・ 0
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sing for them!
By hollow_forest ・ 1 ・ 0
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harvest moon
By snoodles ・ 0 ・ 0
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[Gift] Blue and silver in both his hands
By Princejackdaw ・ 1 ・ 0
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one more dead composer
By TIYRE ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
As Altair strode through the misty expanse of the Moor of Sleep, his gaze was drawn to the ghosts that drifted aimlessly across the landscape. Each one was a fragment of a long-forgotten past, a soldier lost to time and trapped between life and death. The pale light of the moon cast an ethereal glow over their translucent forms, revealing the faded banners they clung to as if still in the midst of battle. The first group he encountered bore the sigil of the Harvester—a pentacle embla...
Spirits Past
By FireOmens ・ 0 ・ 0
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dd1/prompt
By Kalovantha ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
Banjo traveled along. His mind was still on the pentacle he saw. One with two Coursers’ heads laid over it, each appearing to bite the other in the neck. What could they mean? The land was barren in front of him as he walked forward, heading towards the surface to get home. The sound of a faint squeak was heard. Looking up to see his companion, Batty, find him. “Hey there, bud...
Pentacles during Soul Harvest
By Longtailsally ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
Altair stood on the ledge, the wind rustling his mane as he gazed down at the peculiar field of yellow flowers below. From this height, the pattern was unmistakable. Thousands of blossoms were arranged in perfect squares, divided by sharp lines of emptiness that interrupted the sea of yellow. It looked unnatural, almost as if someone had carved through the flowers with precise intent, leaving behind scars on the earth. There was something unsettling about it, as though the land below was not ...
Soul Vines and Spirits
By FireOmens ・ 0 ・ 0
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Happy Halloween!
By Sephora ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
The prosthetic Arsenic had thrown together worked, functioned, at least. With a bit of time, Whetstone was managing to walk again. The presence of Collapse hung over him like a noose, like reaching claws and teeth of predation, like a death waiting in the wings. He knew away from him, out of his sight, and merely parroted what Collapse had claimed had happened - and it seems that was enough for 'Lapse, who paid him no mind. Still, it hung. Rake was accompanying Whetston...
Beats The Alternatives
By Princejackdaw ・ 0 ・ 0
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It's too late for this.
By King-Of-Birds ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
It was another day as usual for Halbert as he was getting ready for his adventures in the dungeons, he went ahead and left his hound at home, and decided to bring shadow the cat out for an adventure today. Halbert was on the heavier side and was a light brownish color and had a black bunny like tail, and more flat like ears. As he was preparing through the market, he started to hear strange rumors going around that this time a year coursers would see spirits and...
Halbert's encounter with the Harvester
By xjustxryanx ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
When they left the room full of gas, it was pretty much decided that they would set up camp immediately. Everyone had been left with a headache that made navigating wakefulness a difficult slog that no one was really up for at the moment. Indeed, they hardly had gotten a single tent up before Euele collapsed and the others soon followed in kind. Alas, their rest would be cut far too short by the ret...
Shred the Veil - Boss Fight
By TheSentientBurger ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
A cool wind wafted up from the mouth of the tunnel ahead, giving the knight pause. A chill in the earthen furnace was not always a good thing, and Vairn had witnessed coursers fall to horrible fates after letting their guard down in such respites.    Weight shifted on his withers, and the small beast perched upon his armor leaned down beside his thick neck. The elemental hissed, a sound lacking any malice, and reached out with one small, clawed hand, gesturing to something in ...
remnants
By springfoss ・ 2 ・ 0
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Blood moon
By halfassed ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
The legend of the Harvester was whispered among the Coursers, a tale so ingrained in their culture that even the most hardened among them gave it a moment's thought when the Harvest Moon rose in the sky. Its blood-red beams were said to awaken something ancient, something primal and relentless. The Harvester, as the legend went, was not a Courser like the rest but a figure from the old days—before the Age of Coursers had dawned, before the humans were gone. He was a grim presence, an amalga...
The Blood Red Moon
By FireOmens ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
Baldwin's hooves move soundlessly across ancient cobblestone as he navigates the grand tunnels near his home, deep in the layers of the sprawling, labyrinthine dungeon. The air is heavy with the smell of damp stone and the tantalizing fragrance of warm flesh, barely missed and still close by. Dungeoneers rarely journey this far into the underlayers. Baldwin has crossed paths with only one other in all his years, an encounter with a badly-wounded scout that ended in a rather… abrupt manner f...
fueled by rage
By parlaymars ・ 0 ・ 0
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Content Warning: Death

The Battle to Save The World- Kirito
By xjustxryanx ・ 0 ・ 0