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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 8, 2023 14:36:39 GMT
Summary: Enter a world of dark fantasy and revenge with Ragna Skarsgard, a 14-year-old princess who will stop at nothing to reclaim her kingdom from those who betrayed her family. In the first installment of the Rogue Princess series, follow Ragna as she joins a band of mercenaries to learn from them and exact her revenge. But as she delves deeper into the world of vengeance, will she be able to emerge unscathed? Discover the answer in this thrilling tale of power, betrayal, and redemption. The Rogue Princess serial is the first of a multi-series that tries to reconstruct the Dark Fantasy genre.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 8, 2023 19:31:10 GMT
Summary: Enter a world of dark fantasy and revenge with Ragna Skarsgard, a 14-year-old princess who will stop at nothing to reclaim her kingdom from those who betrayed her family. In the first installment of the Rogue Princess series, follow Ragna as she joins a band of mercenaries to learn from them and exact her revenge. But as she delves deeper into the world of vengeance, will she be able to emerge unscathed? Discover the answer in this thrilling tale of power, betrayal, and redemption. The Rogue Princess serial is the first of a multi-series that tries to reconstruct the Dark Fantasy genre. Looking forward to this one!  |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 18, 2023 18:17:21 GMT
Prologue
What Lurks Within The Darkness
Author's Note: I credit The Last Voyage of The Dementer as a source of inspiration behind this opening.
The night hung heavy with an ominous stillness as Ragna crouched amidst the labyrinthine cargo crates, concealed in the shadowy recesses of the ship's desolate dock.
Her heart, like a wild uncontrollable drum, pounded with a ferocity that threatened to betray her presence. Fear, like a writhing serpent, coiled around her consciousness, constricting her thoughts and filling her mind with a maddening dread. Even with the training that she had as a knight she was not prepared for the potential threat gradually approaching the vessel she resides in.
Hushed whispers, slithered through the air, infecting the passengers with trepidation. The captain and his crew warned the passengers of what’s coming the moment the ship's Scoutsman sensed its vessel. A phantom ship, crewed by apparitions that aren’t of this mundane realm, had emerged from the stygian depths, its unholy course set to converge with their ill-fated vessel.
Panic surged through the passengers, gnawing at their psyche in various ways: some of them had strongly considered the option of ending themselves if the situation was dire. Others had their weapons ready in the event they had to fight their way out.
Ragna pressed her clammy hand against her quivering lips, desperate to suppress the turbulent tempest of her breath.
Ragna's small form trembled uncontrollably, her mind a roiling sea of desperation and fervent supplication. She clutched onto a fragile thread of hope, praying that the shroud of darkness would shield them, that the Night Wraiths within the vessel would pass them by.
As her own personal comfort blanket her mind drifted back to her time at the palace. The simpler times. Back when she used to enjoy sneaking out of her home and roam the streets of the Citadel. She misses hanging out on the roof of the clock tower with her friend’s Jecht and Bjorn. Staring out into the ocean, imagining what lies beyond it.
The air grew colder, the temperature dropping with each passing moment, as if the very essence of life was being drained away. Goosebumps prickled on her flesh, and their breaths came out in frosty puffs, a chilling testament to the encroaching horror.
As the phantom ship drew near, a cacophony of despair reached their ears, carried on the frigid breeze. Ragna's heart skipped a beat, her senses assaulted by the anguished cries that emanated from the vessel.
The screams echoed through the stillness, piercing the veil of silence that had enveloped the dock. They were tortured cries, the wails of those subjected to unimaginable horrors at the hands of the night beings aboard the phantom ship
Ragna brought her hands to her ears and pulled her knees up to her chest. Desperately trying to shut out the nightmarish environment around her. She closes her eyes and drifts her mind back to the simpler times. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 19, 2023 1:08:39 GMT
Prologue
What Lurks Within The Darkness
Author's Note: I credit The Last Voyage of The Dementer as a source of inspiration behind this opening.
The night hung heavy with an ominous stillness as Ragna crouched amidst the labyrinthine cargo crates, concealed in the shadowy recesses of the ship's desolate dock.
Her heart, like a wild uncontrollable drum, pounded with a ferocity that threatened to betray her presence. Fear, like a writhing serpent, coiled around her consciousness, constricting her thoughts and filling her mind with a maddening dread. Even with the training that she had as a knight she was not prepared for the potential threat gradually approaching the vessel she resides in.
Hushed whispers, slithered through the air, infecting the passengers with trepidation. The captain and his crew warned the passengers of what’s coming the moment the ship's Scoutsman sensed its vessel. A phantom ship, crewed by apparitions that aren’t of this mundane realm, had emerged from the stygian depths, its unholy course set to converge with their ill-fated vessel.
Panic surged through the passengers, gnawing at their psyche in various ways: some of them had strongly considered the option of ending themselves if the situation was dire. Others had their weapons ready in the event they had to fight their way out.
Ragna pressed her clammy hand against her quivering lips, desperate to suppress the turbulent tempest of her breath.
Ragna's small form trembled uncontrollably, her mind a roiling sea of desperation and fervent supplication. She clutched onto a fragile thread of hope, praying that the shroud of darkness would shield them, that the Night Wraiths within the vessel would pass them by.
As her own personal comfort blanket her mind drifted back to her time at the palace. The simpler times. Back when she used to enjoy sneaking out of her home and roam the streets of the Citadel. She misses hanging out on the roof of the clock tower with her friend’s Jecht and Bjorn. Staring out into the ocean, imagining what lies beyond it.
The air grew colder, the temperature dropping with each passing moment, as if the very essence of life was being drained away. Goosebumps prickled on her flesh, and their breaths came out in frosty puffs, a chilling testament to the encroaching horror.
As the phantom ship drew near, a cacophony of despair reached their ears, carried on the frigid breeze. Ragna's heart skipped a beat, her senses assaulted by the anguished cries that emanated from the vessel.
The screams echoed through the stillness, piercing the veil of silence that had enveloped the dock. They were tortured cries, the wails of those subjected to unimaginable horrors at the hands of the night beings aboard the phantom ship
Ragna brought her hands to her ears and pulled her knees up to her chest. Desperately trying to shut out the nightmarish environment around her. She closes her eyes and drifts her mind back to the simpler times.Damn! Talk about a rough opening! Really sets the tone for how hard she's going to have it in the series moving forward. Ragna really needs someone to be there for and hug and love her. She definitely doesn't deserve this but from this humble beginning she will rise up like a Phoenix and reclaim her former glory greater than ever before! |
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