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The sound was like a beast snarling and growling as it came closer to him. He was moving again, he realised suddenly. He was on his feet, running for all he was worth. There were no lights in sight now. His eyes had adjusted to the dark and he could see nothing but the road ahead.

He ran across the desert floor, trying to put some distance between himself and whatever was chasing him. His lungs burned with the effort. It seemed that he would never be able to catch his breath. But then he saw something looming up in front of him. A large shape blocking out the stars. The sand beneath my feet was hot and dry, the wind whipping at me.

I was tired from the journey, but my mind was racing with thoughts of revenge. The last time we had met, he had taken a piece of my soul. He would pay for that now. I ran across the sand towards him, knowing what was about to happen. I heard his voice before I saw him. I could hear his heavy breathing and the pounding of his feet against the sand. I just kept going straight ahead.

When he reached me, I jumped up and kicked him in the face. His head snapped back and blood flew out from his nose. He fell backwards onto the ground and I landed on top of him. I pulled one of my knives from its sheath and held it to his throat. He tried to say something, but all that came out was a bloody gurgle.

It was unmistakeably Yukari Yakumo, who always managed to appear whenever something bad happened in this world. So Reimu decided to give her space while still keeping an eye out for what might happen next. What brings ya back here so early? This is a module that is specifically trained for a scenario called World of Kouros as it is trained on the outputs of it in addition to poetic fantasy works as well as rather risque and controversial novels.

The blade slashed through the air, as the girl danced around him. She was a lithe creature of sinuous grace and perfect beauty, her eyes bright with an inner fire that burned like stars in dark night skies. Her hair hung down over one shoulder in two thick braids that reached to below her waist; it shone with glints of gold and silver. In the shadows she looked more than human, but he knew better. A part of his mind noted that the tips of her pointed ears were tipped by tiny slivers of horn.

The rest of his mind was lost in lust for this dangerous toy. He watched her move through the dance as if it were all choreographed. Her movements had a natural fluidity that spoke of long practice and skill. And then…. She came at him suddenly, lunging forward into a sudden lunge that ended in a kick aimed directly at his groin.

With practiced ease he shifted to block her blow, and caught her leg in mid-swing. Before she could recover from her attack, he dropped low and wrapped both arms around her waist. She struggled briefly, trying to twist free, but found herself trapped between his chest and the wall behind him. She kicked out desperately, but her foot only grazed his ribs before she was pulled back against his body. Her head lolled loosely against his shoulder, her hair tickling his cheek. I will not be afraid.

She has seen me and knows what I am. The first time she saw me, she was but five years old. Now she is grown into womanhood, with all her powers. And yet she still fears me; for she sees in my eyes that which no one else can see. It is only by chance that I have found her at this moment.

Had it been any other time, I might never have known where to find her. Even now, had I not met you on the road, I would not know how to reach her. But here we are together, and soon she will be safe from those who seek to destroy her. He has made himself mighty among men. Or Agenor might summon them himself. Version 2 retrained for Sigurd v4. Based on fantasy books inspired by Indian culture and religion. Steps: , Loss: 2. She peeked from the palanquin, watching as her escort led them to a small temple.

The priestess of Kali stood outside, hands folded in supplication. Some of them were weeping. The priestess bowed low before entering the temple. She held up one hand in prayer and began to sing. Priya felt the sound vibrate through her body, deep within her bones. It was a song of longing, a song of yearning. He drew his dagger and held it up in the air. It was a silver blade, old as time itself, with runes etched into its surface that glowed like fireflies trapped inside of glass.

But he knew this much: it would cut through anything—even solid stone—as if it were butter on a hot griddle. Once upon a time, he could have used such a weapon even without knowing how. Now… not so much. The magic within him felt sluggish now, too weak to heal himself or anyone else. They all did. McKillip and others. If you want beautiful prose in an almost fairy-tale setting, this is the module for you! The mermaid sang upon the rocks, her voice a thin silver thread that wound around them all.

The water lapped against their feet and she looked up at the stars with wide green eyes. She was very beautiful. Her hair fell like seaweed down to her waist, black as night itself. A faint glow lit her pale skin, as if moonlight shone through her from behind.

And then the sea swallowed her again, leaving only bubbles on the sand. He looked over his shoulder at the others. They murmured in agreement. The witch was mercurial and beautiful as she laughed, her eyes flashing in the firelight. Her lips brushed my ear, making it tingle. We were silent then, listening to the crackle of flames. The room was still and warm with the heat from our bodies; only a faint draft moved through the open window.

And what about Cook? What if she woke up before we got away? But there was nothing else to do but wait and hope. We sat together on the edge of the bed, leaning against each other like two lovers sharing secrets. I felt dizzy and sick, wishing I had something stronger than wine to drink.

The witch seemed to sense my weakness; she stroked my hair and murmured words of comfort. My eyes closed; I lay back against her chest, feeling strangely calm. Perhaps she could help me after all. I fell asleep, and when I woke again, it was morning. Russian folktales and fantasy tales retrained for Sigurd v4 now with additional works. This module manifests some of the dark whimsy of your favorite folk stories.

Special thanks once again to Zaltys for cleaning and prepping the dataset. I only provided the steps. The old man was sitting in a corner of his room, listening to the ticking of the clock and looking at the closed door through which the other two had gone. The old man listened with interest: there were voices beyond that door; he could hear them talking softly, as if they did not wish to be overheard.

And then suddenly all three voices ceased. He heard footsteps approaching along the corridor, and presently he saw the door open. He got up quickly from his chair and went out into the passage.

It was quite dark now, but he knew that they would have lit their candles before going down into the crypt.

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What it meant. And how much more there was for both of them. The day before yesterday she had been in San Francisco. She had thought only one thing then: to get away from Jake Morgan. Now she wanted nothing but to see him again. To tell him everything. Her hands were shaking when she reached the hotel where he worked as a clerk.

The man who came out to greet her was dressed in a fine suit with a white shirt and bow tie. He looked like any other clerk, but something told her this man was no ordinary employee.

Then she walked toward him. His voice dropped low when he spoke. We got held up by some drunks on the road.

They attacked us and we barely escaped with our lives. He glanced down the street. Do you want to wait inside or out front?

As he hurried off, she walked back to the porch. A few minutes later, Jake came out. His hair was still damp and hung loose around his shoulders. He wore a new pair of trousers and a clean white shirt, which was buttoned all the way up to his neck. She took hold of his hand and led him to the bench beneath an oak tree.

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If you were ugly, would I be saying these things? Would anyone listen if I told them how pretty you are? Your husband died last year. Now you are all alone, living with your two children. Naka looked down at the ground. My husband left me for another woman.

But I still love my dead husband. Do you understand? And I will always remember him as long as I live. Hideyoshi nodded sympathetically. I know what you mean.

Even though you loved your husband, he abandoned you when you needed him most. There is someone who loves you now. Someone who wants to help you. Will you let him? Naka shook her head vigorously. I cannot allow such a thing.

It is too late. My life is over. Listen to me. You must make up your mind. Naka stood there silently. Her face was red with anger. Suddenly she turned around and ran away from Hideyoshi. The heavy wooden door creaked shut behind him with a thud that seemed to echo in the stillness.

He could hear no sound from above or below. But there was something else—a smell, faint but unmistakable: blood. There was no answer. With a sigh he sank into one of the tatami mats and sat cross-legged, gazing at nothing.

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Finally, he raised his head and looked directly at Taro. Journeys between stars across multiple generations at slower than light! Some are escaping a doomed Earth, others have forgotten that they are generation ships, and further, society breaks down; a few are grand odysseys in the hard scifi tradition.

The generation ship Odysseus burned for the stars, its giant fusion torch pushing it as close as possible to lightspeed, so that the years would pass in mere months. The crew was already selected and trained by the time they left Earth orbit, with only a few weeks of training before departure. They had all grown up together, most having gone through school and college together.

Most were married or engaged, but no one seemed particularly upset when their friends or relatives decided not to go along on this voyage. Everyone knew that the Odysseus could never return home; it was designed to be a one-way trip.

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On another monitor, a view of Earth shows the same thing happening there. Alright, enough teasing. Why am I releasing this now during animal fucker week instead of ten days before when it would have been most appropriate?

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This is greatly enhanced vs the original Ancient Rome module for the purposes of being in the Ancient Roman empire. The original module is appropriate if you want Roman themes. Intended to introduce inspiration by Ancient Rome, this draws from books written by Colleen McCullough and classics such as I, Cladius, with epic battles by legionaries against the barbarians as gladiatorial spectacles. Political intrigue abound! The greatest city in the world, and my home. I would rather die than leave it.

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Her eyes seemed haunted by some memory, though whether good or bad she did not say. We had been talking about politics all evening. Mordred grew up to become a great warrior just like his father before him. His mother never forgot how much she owed to the woman who saved her life. She gave birth to Mordred knowing that she had given him something very special—the gift of magic.

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It was at a tournament held near the city of Caerleon in Wales that the two of them came face to face for the first time. There was a fierce battle going on. A man was lying wounded in the middle of the field. The knights of the court gathered around him trying to help. The man looked at Mordred in amazement. You are only a boy! How can you possibly do such a thing? Is this the real life is this just a game? Dive into a reality, where Video Games are the real life. The game starts and I see that this time my opponent is Yoshi!

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In an attempt to have the protagonist you on her side, she tries to make you corrupted in various ways. Or, in the protection of the light, live an old pledge? On the light side, you will throw yourself in a war to bring the country back to the princess. On the dark side, you will trample down the country chasing after the princess running away.

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