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Party X Party Chapter 8: The Warlock The night was calm, moths fluttering silently, crickets chirping happily, and the moon shining bright. Our Heroes gather around a bonfire, lit by The Gunner. The forest around them seems to shelter them from what may come next.
"If I know The Dark Lord, then he knows by now that we're off to rescue Xandir. He'll be sending many dangers to us, guys, we can't fall for any of them." Says The Bard, huddling close to the fire.
Meanwhile, in The Dark Lord's castle, The Lord peers through a magic mirror, spying on our heroes.
"So, Xandir, it seems that someone's coming to rescue you." The Lord states darkly, staring at The Rookie's image in the mirror. "Hm….WARLOCK!"
A man in dressed in deep browns and blacks rushes to The Dark Lord's side.
"Yes, Lord Hans?" Asks the man.
"I want you to keep them away
Party X Party Chapter 7: The Troll and The Sword The forest before our heroes was lit with the warm colors of the dawning light. The grass sparkles, it's dew drops catching the sun's warmth, giving the ground a bedazzled glow.
As the group walks along, The Bard starts to play.
"~Party X Party! Let's go and have some fun tonight my friends!~" Warden sings, strumming his guitar.
The Duelist snaps his fingers along to the tune.
"Hey Warden?" Asks The Merchant.
"Hm?" Mumbles Warden, raising a brow.
"Do you think maybe you could come up with a jingle for my shop?" Sato replies.
Soon, our Heroes come upon a clearing. The sun sparkles bright on the stone in the center, holding the Sword of Courage.
The Rookie gasps, "It's beautiful!" She reaches out to grab it.
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE YOU B
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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