Sitting upon the broken crown lives a king clothed in black,As you approach him a wicked smile cracks across his face and he say there will be no mercy, there will be no comfort, only despair and misery.
Deep does the Kings black eyes stare through, judging your worth with a wave of his hand he sentences you to purgatory, ohh how the black clothed king sits in thrall at your misery. A mocking cackle of laughter comes down from his throne.
Ohh what weak emptyiness are thee, pity thee for naught heroic deeds must die,Ohh what remorse for your loss that resounds through time
Howling words echo down from his throne into the deep pit below, The brave heroes approach his castle with knives swords and guns slowly they enter the palace where all things are undone and stand before the man clothed in black
woe art thee evil king thy land in shambles from your tyranny, Woe art thee evil lord they subject all died on the sword,Woe art thee evil sire why must everything feed your pyre's
With clashing of blade and gun fire ring the evil lord reigns,and even till this day the evil lord holds sway for the heroes are all dead and even so now the king sit upon his broken crown and says to all in the realm.
There will be no mercy, there will be no comfort only the pain and misery.
Happy RP'ing everyone
Thu Nov 06, 2014 9:36 am by Guest
