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oz's heart after editOzs Heart.oz's heart after edit by ChrisOzFulton
In the lands to the north that were owned and ruled by the night, deep within the largest kingdom among the ice and snow, lay the land of Nordha, in which resided the vampire lord, Oz.
His pain grew to a point of such unbearable levels that even his black heart could not contain it. He strode slowly away into the dark -alone, cold, and broken- to a place that only he knew.
Through years of meddling in the arts of the occult and black magic, he had gained the curse of invulnerability and immortality. He could not end his own hearts wrath, so instead he tore it from his chest. Unable to die, he suffered the pain and terror of his actions. In all of his agony, he realized that he had caused this torment himself; selfishness, greed, and vanity at the roots.
As his body started to mend, the growth of a new heart began. He whispered to the night, Will this heart be free of hate, anger, self-pity, and vengeance?
The night didnt answer. It never does.
The Aedric Chronicles: Chapt 1The Aedric ChroniclesThe Aedric Chronicles: Chapt 1 by mbielaczyc
A heavy fog clung to the tops of the mountains surrounding the valley.
A lone figure crouched on the mountainside looking down on the sparkling camp fires that filled the landscape below. The cool morning air caused wisps of vapor to curl out of his nostrils. His long black hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and draped down the back of his dark brown cloak. It had all come to this.
Two armies. One battle. And one elf to stop it all.
Chapter 1 Five Years Earlier
Snow fell in fluttering sheets between the black barked trees.
A figure weaved between the large trunks, his footsteps leaving shallow holes in the snow as he hurried along. He tried to huddle down deeper into his white wool cloak, while trying to hold it shut with his gloved left hand. In the other he carried a pair of rabbits by their rear legs, which hung limp swinging in the air with each stride. A mask of dark brown leather was pulled across his face. With the ho
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