Previously in the fanfic series: th-cam.com/video/2f_hIKEIkQY/w-d-xo.html Alternate universe but related, by Sienrid: th-cam.com/video/TTE-XvB_8eo/w-d-xo.html _____ Next: th-cam.com/video/IMCDyQTUqA8/w-d-xo.html
Pray tell, did the Deathknave think they shall emerge victorious? Had the poor champion of argenti possessed even the slightest impression they may become gilded in the glories of overwhelming strength? Must the pitiful scoundrel of death be brought from her heavenly delusion, and be hurt with the indifferent fist of truth? The Deathknave's attempts of winning were slowly becoming futile; fast, but not fast enough to beat Chaosweaver, tanky, but not tanky enough to defend for as long as Bulwark, powerful, but not as overwhelmingly powerful as Doomknight. Her mediocrity could no longer be hidden from the world. Bitter, from what she cannot change, she lashes out at Wrath for his changing convictions. "I built this empire, and I will NOT have you leave!" As hopeless as her chances of winning were her words to Wrath, who felt as though his wings were clipped by the futility of attempting to best Chaosweaver. "Ma'am, I am simply a df enjoyer. Be what you must, for I shall no longer be held back by you. The hare is fast, but the tortoise is content. And I fear, chasing speed shall only lead to damage. Farewell, champion of argenti. If you nay embrace the slower side of life, death, or perhaps something worse, will make haste towards you. May you find freedom." "How dare he call me by that epithet! I'll have you know I bested the Chaosweaver in my duel against that damn infernal and old man, IN REAL TIME!!" she begins maniacally laughing to herself. Then... a sudden stop. Her growing bitterness could not be stopped. Desperate, she falls back on a shaky bond with Pyromancer, in which resides numerous tensions. Deathknave pours her heart out as though their bond is of insurmountable heights. "Pyromancer, you are my one true ally. Never forget that." Pyromancer responds, "whatever it takes to defeat Cringeweaver." Alas, their efforts remain futile. Perhaps the Cope Alliance may find better results in drying the ocean with a singular paper towel. For Chaosweaver will never be bested. For Bulwark will never be bested. For Doomknight will never be bested. For the enjoyment of DF... will never be bested.
>There had been whispers that Wrath DragonLoser was delving into forbidden Bulwark and even *Archivist* magics, but she had foolishly brushed them off, trusted ally that he was. Wrath DragonLoser, a traitor to the cause? The plot thickens here...
Previously in the fanfic series: th-cam.com/video/2f_hIKEIkQY/w-d-xo.html
Alternate universe but related, by Sienrid: th-cam.com/video/TTE-XvB_8eo/w-d-xo.html
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Next: th-cam.com/video/IMCDyQTUqA8/w-d-xo.html
Pray tell, did the Deathknave think they shall emerge victorious? Had the poor champion of argenti possessed even the slightest impression they may become gilded in the glories of overwhelming strength? Must the pitiful scoundrel of death be brought from her heavenly delusion, and be hurt with the indifferent fist of truth?
The Deathknave's attempts of winning were slowly becoming futile; fast, but not fast enough to beat Chaosweaver, tanky, but not tanky enough to defend for as long as Bulwark, powerful, but not as overwhelmingly powerful as Doomknight.
Her mediocrity could no longer be hidden from the world. Bitter, from what she cannot change, she lashes out at Wrath for his changing convictions.
"I built this empire, and I will NOT have you leave!"
As hopeless as her chances of winning were her words to Wrath, who felt as though his wings were clipped by the futility of attempting to best Chaosweaver.
"Ma'am, I am simply a df enjoyer. Be what you must, for I shall no longer be held back by you. The hare is fast, but the tortoise is content. And I fear, chasing speed shall only lead to damage. Farewell, champion of argenti. If you nay embrace the slower side of life, death, or perhaps something worse, will make haste towards you. May you find freedom."
"How dare he call me by that epithet! I'll have you know I bested the Chaosweaver in my duel against that damn infernal and old man, IN REAL TIME!!" she begins maniacally laughing to herself. Then... a sudden stop.
Her growing bitterness could not be stopped. Desperate, she falls back on a shaky bond with Pyromancer, in which resides numerous tensions. Deathknave pours her heart out as though their bond is of insurmountable heights.
"Pyromancer, you are my one true ally. Never forget that."
Pyromancer responds, "whatever it takes to defeat Cringeweaver."
Alas, their efforts remain futile. Perhaps the Cope Alliance may find better results in drying the ocean with a singular paper towel. For Chaosweaver will never be bested. For Bulwark will never be bested. For Doomknight will never be bested. For the enjoyment of DF... will never be bested.
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You dead ass wirrten a poem
>There had been whispers that Wrath DragonLoser was delving into forbidden Bulwark and even *Archivist* magics, but she had foolishly brushed them off, trusted ally that he was.
Wrath DragonLoser, a traitor to the cause? The plot thickens here...
Wrath DragonLoser is fleeting, #TeamPyroKnave is forever😇
Waiting for carnex speedrun
any good alternative for Verraad III / Uragiri III for this
It's fine without Veragiri, just may take an extra turn or two. I recommend getting it either way though, it's a great weapon
Thank you Deathknave!
U tryna weave a whole saga in the description? I ain't reading allat
Don't you mean slowrun?
Hmu when you shave off 4 seconds🥱
aint reading all 'at
happy for u tho
or sorry it happened
(You're still 🥈) 🐢
😮 how tf 8 days ago someone had Access?
Time travel