NO CROWN NO THRONE - Human Realms Culture - The Lord Of The Craft NO CROWN NO THRONE A coronation ruined and throne scorched WRITTEN, 12TH OF THE GRAND HARVEST 161 S A Spoiler "Some things never change and an eight nation coalition can’t change that ” BONES FOR THE SINGED THRONE [!] A painting depicting the remnant of the Cloudbreaker skull throne, nothing rem
HELP WANTED: SQUIRES AND CUPBEARERS - The Lord Of The Craft My age has rendered me old and grey, but far from frail and crestfallen The tales of questing bands and motley adventure crews of time immemorial are countless; ancient brotherhoods of chivalric renown sworn to each other in blood and singed steel who spelunked the realm in daring endeavour
ASTARK, GRAVEROBBER - Lumbridge - The Lord Of The Craft On behalf of the true herald of Embers, Barrowlord Azazel: I, Gravelord Melandrach, move to challenge as his singed champion Gleefully you robbed his grave and let him rot, for you rathered his fate sealed than a potential check on your own perceived importance
Loose ends, burnt threads and unspoken words (PK) An old man left behind his old tattered cape, singed at the start and end, embedded with flowers, feathers, blades of grass An elf to many, a friend to few, a father to 4, lover to two brother to 1 Many would have called him ordinary… maybe even a bit cold but those who knew him knew better
THE DEMONBANE BANNER IS RAISED It was there, from a bed of burning coals, that a flagpole was thrust into the sky A banner - old and singed with a dark flame that left the cloth’s frayed edges mottled - hung from that flagpole, rippling defiantly in the light The sunlight caught the traces of gold that remained on the banner, and the cross emblazoned on its centre
XVII - Tʜᴇ Sᴛᴀʀ - Creative Writing - The Lord Of The Craft Tattered, singed remnants of woven straw littered the floor, caked in soot and withering dust The world outside slowly dipped into twilight, as Ekal began to make bare preparations for rest With a flourish of his wrists, a rolled up bundle was unfurled unto a bare cloth mattress; thin, flimsy, and bare, it barely sufficed as a barrier between
Silence in the Eye of the Storm - The Lord Of The Craft Yet what proved most harrowing, what left her gagging, wretching and on the verge of losing the final threads of her sanity was the singed form of Tinuviel Atmorice, once pristine, now marred by torrents of malflame, sat in the very centre of that thing’s form, gnarled, twisted horns shredding the flesh and piercing the bone of its skull
BLESSED ARE THE CHALLENGERS - Lumbridge - The . . . - The Lord Of The Craft With words or violence, through personal will or a singed champion, a Herald must remind their flock of their right to steer the grand sermon A challenge met with silence is a challenge won This is how we survive For a follower of Oaks to intervene is heresy For a follower of Dark to intervene is heresy
[CULTURE] TURGHITS: Children of the Eternal Hearth Then, miraculously, a great flame appeared It drove the dark clouds of Gert Uulan away from Tur, and blazed upon the ground yet never singed the grassy sea Within the flame was a man, not of Tur, but of unknown origin He sat atop a fiery stallion, carrying a large golden sword
A Rats Dream - Miscellany - The Lord Of The Craft Crackling, his ears were filled with the sound of singed flesh, of a crepitation, of hope He rose from the chasm wreathed in golden flame to find the forest a wall of fury, spanning to a sky of starless black