Disclaimer: What the fuck am I doing with my life I have essays and shit to write lmao There was once a man whom we shall refer to as the Warrior. Now, the Warrior was a man whom it seemed Nature had taken an especial interest in. She, in her unknowable, otherworldly logic, deemed it necessary to test the Warrior in every way she could. He was a man of many talents; his arts of bloodshed were many, deadly and widely feared by those who knew of him. His arts of craft were, in their roughshod way, far surpassing of his peers. One could fill a book with descriptions of his acts of charity, his solidarity with those he named as friends and hi

Scavenge by AscendantLiche, literature

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Scavenge

[LOADING OPERATING SYSTEM: ZAAOTHTH] [LOADING DRIVE DISKS: GWNSA EH] [RESUMING LAST SESSION] Scrawls upon scrawls of words flickered on the screen, the final three lines indicating the last stages of boot-up were beginning. In the pale blue light of the monitor that he had jury-rigged up to the salvaged piece of machinery, the Scavenger whistled tunelessly to himself while he awaited the actual start-up of the machine. Shining his crude, LED torch on the machine, he could see even now that it needed significant repairs if he was going to sell it on. Several of the outer serial ports were bust and the power supply crackled dangerously with el

Infernal: An Ode to Passions by AscendantLiche, literature

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Infernal: An Ode to Passions

Infernal: An Ode to Passion I: The Prologue: My beaten heart's cased with ice, My quaking mind afrozen, O Beloved, And my sweating palms shake sclerotic, For fear of holding you. II: The Passion: In that horrid Labyrinth, The cagement of my dreams, I was enfeared of Erebus' eyes; Their dank, Stygian gaze so piercing, And my dreams to such chains were bound. But one night, a bright night, Wrapped in Nyx's shawl, Something fearful shattered the Daedalic masterpiece of my mind. T'was a Six-Wing Seraph of Flame; A formless Hurricane of Fire; Elemental, furious, unfettered and unchallenged, A Titan birthed from the womb of Aphrodite which Sha

No. 1 by AscendantLiche, literature

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No. 1

Love's avatar hath seen fit to appear! Man such as thee was not made of Dust, Though nor would brazen Fire, whimsical Air Or the coyest Water be quite enough. Thus I plagiarize ancient Spenser; He and I are found in joyous accord: I must find a matter beyond censure And only the Heavens could suit my Lord. To I, you are the compass by which my Life-course is set; you are my fixe'd mark In the skies of passion through which we soar, To guide me through the sullen, sultry dark. I grant I've never seen an Angel fly, But you are my God; without you I'd die.

The Chronicle of Diego d'Empio by AscendantLiche, literature

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The Chronicle of Diego d'Empio

Imagine a corpse. It lies in its tomb, marble and alabaster all surrounding. Its place of rest is grand, much grander than that of its life. Statues of Athenian greats peer down, their white faces wrinkled and creased, while friezes of the worthies of Rome tumble, spiral, fight and struggle round and round the sarcophagus of our subject. The sarcophagus itself is a simple affair, it seems. Lain on a plinth in the centre of this mausoleum of ages, it is a truncated kite made of dark wood (Mahogany, perhaps?) and bound with silver hinges in the shapes of leaves and flowers. On its top surface is the golden cruciform sign of Christianity, inlai

You Do Not Know by AscendantLiche, literature

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You Do Not Know

You do not know what is happening. Your head rests on your pillow as you say goodbye to your family. The chair's straps dig into your wrists as you thrash madly, the electrodes on your temples cold and sticky and the needle pushed against your wrist the epitome of dread. Your comrades' frantic yelling dissolves into meaningless mush as more bullets smash into you, driving you back against the Helmand village's wall. You don't even have the strength to raise your arm as the merciless sun bakes your body to bones, the expedition that should have made your fortune having resulted in nothing but your death. You do not know where you are. The

Who is the Grandest Magus? by AscendantLiche, literature

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Who is the Grandest Magus?

The Invoker strode down the lane, the denizens of the Dire's lands scurrying after him, chittering and chattering in their own strange tongue. When they bumped into his back he glared back at them with murder in his Exort-charged eyes. They backed off slightly when he did, slowing their progress. Eventually they realized that they could walk around him and sprinted past him, swords held aloft. They charged into battle with their Radiant counterparts, all leaves and flowers where the Dire was bone and rock, and the Invoker set about his harvest. He raised his hands and gestured to the air thrice, murmuring “Exort” with each motion.

A Craving by AscendantLiche, literature

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A Craving

For You - by AscendantLiche, literature

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For You -

There was evening chill on the grass When we finally met. The sun, half-lidded, sunk lower To set. Sat in the park, together at last We embraced in joy, sorrows fallen past. Quietly, silently, I vowed never to leave your side, And you whispered sweet nothings In my ear. You had tears in your eyes Of joy, love, rapture. And for the first time, you leaned in and Pressed your lips to mine. My world was like fire, Blinding, burning, beautiful fire. The sun dimmed in respect of perfection, Your body outlined against its reflection. I felt your tongue, so real, Slip between my lips and twine, As love incarnate bore me to Paradise

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