Jono
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[TAB]Story Time!
It was dusk, Århus had never seen a windier night. Korsa, a young prophet stood on the first hill. "It" he said "is not all-powerful!" Lightning came down thundering from above. "It is not as you know it to be, not as the legends tell!" Laughter sounded from the heavens as the ocean roared, the wolves howled as the wind released them from their pens. "God is not a pure entity!" A bolt of lightning came dashing at the prophet. Korsa fell to his knees with a shriek as the maniacal laughter continued. Korsa tried to find his balance as he stood up. He watched as several of his frightened followers left. "Do not fear it" Korsa continued his speech, "But he is god" one of the followers pointed out. "It may be so, but if you give in, then you have done nothing" Korsa picked his staff up from the ground and began to chant, fire surrounded him. Soon after, a skeletal creature rose from the ground.
The skeletal creature began to take shape as Korsa continued chanting. The creature began to look more and more alive as Korsa grafted it, but God's maniacal laughter called forth rain and the fire evaporated. The creature fell to the ground as nothing more than bones. More of the Jutes left to their homes, wondering what they had even bothered for, it had always been, always evil. They did not know which legends the young prophet had spoken of, but it did not matter now, Korsa would be cursed forever now.
Korsa stared into the emptiness that was his crowd. He fell silent and left for his home. On the way he tripped over a rock and bled to his death.
It was dusk, Århus had never seen a windier night. Korsa, a young prophet stood on the first hill. "It" he said "is not all-powerful!" Lightning came down thundering from above. "It is not as you know it to be, not as the legends tell!" Laughter sounded from the heavens as the ocean roared, the wolves howled as the wind released them from their pens. "God is not a pure entity!" A bolt of lightning came dashing at the prophet. Korsa fell to his knees with a shriek as the maniacal laughter continued. Korsa tried to find his balance as he stood up. He watched as several of his frightened followers left. "Do not fear it" Korsa continued his speech, "But he is god" one of the followers pointed out. "It may be so, but if you give in, then you have done nothing" Korsa picked his staff up from the ground and began to chant, fire surrounded him. Soon after, a skeletal creature rose from the ground.
The skeletal creature began to take shape as Korsa continued chanting. The creature began to look more and more alive as Korsa grafted it, but God's maniacal laughter called forth rain and the fire evaporated. The creature fell to the ground as nothing more than bones. More of the Jutes left to their homes, wondering what they had even bothered for, it had always been, always evil. They did not know which legends the young prophet had spoken of, but it did not matter now, Korsa would be cursed forever now.
Korsa stared into the emptiness that was his crowd. He fell silent and left for his home. On the way he tripped over a rock and bled to his death.
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Hey, its not our fault u did not save what you wrote every 30 mins like most smart ppl do 
