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The Fall of Genectel - Revenge
Genectelian Sea - 04/05/2011
Dicora took a deep breath as the sea breeze whipped her purple hair against the fiery orange skin of her cheeks. Her plan was finally beginning to come together. She would rule the land of Genectel. Vimor and Serin would pay for the folly of their ancestors and her people would finally have their vengeance.
As the ship decked in silver carvings of dragons set against wood painted nearly as brightly as Dicora’s skin rocked against the waves of the black sea, Her eyes turned to her son. He was sleeping in a cot he had placed between two of the boat’s posts. She shook her head. That boy was good for nothing if not for the pursuing of his own comfort. She couldn’t blame him. He had seen some horrible things in the past couple months. Dicora grinned at the thought. “You will have all the comforts that can be afforded you quite soon my fool of a son.”
With that, she returned her gaze to gentle waves gliding before her. Nothing was in sight yet; but that did not bother her in the slightest. Her magic had not led her astray before. Despite their lack of a crew, they would soon be in Genectel and she would stand as Guardian once again. The souls of her wards would be released and she would find her eyes.
“Yes,” she thought to herself, “soon indeed.”
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18/06/2011
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Dicora took a deep breath as the sea breeze whipped her purple hair against the fiery orange skin of her cheeks. Her plan was finally beginning to come together. She would rule the land of Genectel. Vimor and Serin would pay for the folly of their ancestors and her people would finally have their vengeance.
As the ship decked in silver carvings of dragons set against wood painted nearly as brightly as Dicora’s skin rocked against the waves of the black sea, Her eyes turned to her son. He was sleeping in a cot he had placed between two of the boat’s posts. She shook her head. That boy was good for nothing if not for the pursuing of his own comfort. She couldn’t blame him. He had seen some horrible things in the past couple months. Dicora grinned at the thought. “You will have all the comforts that can be afforded you quite soon my fool of a son.”
With that, she returned her gaze to gentle waves gliding before her. Nothing was in sight yet; but that did not bother her in the slightest. Her magic had not led her astray before. Despite their lack of a crew, they would soon be in Genectel and she would stand as Guardian once again. The souls of her wards would be released and she would find her eyes.
“Yes,” she thought to herself, “soon indeed.”
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18/06/2011
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