Submission (#21818) Approved
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Submitted
14 October 2024, 19:55:52 UTC (2 weeks ago)
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14 October 2024, 20:25:28 UTC (2 weeks ago) by Leoclare
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HI HI SO APPARENTLY I FORGOT TO SUBMIT THE SECOND PROMPT but the third and first ones i did got approved so ?? sending it here bc im a dummy and that's what i got told by the admin that processed my prompt c:
Import: https://www.deviantart.com/reos-empire/art/Prophet-9450-811906720
Clan: The Order
Prompt Used:
IF YOUR REOSEAN DOES WORSHIP ORIS...
His countenance softens, a gleam of satisfaction fleeting across his eyes. "Child," he utters, acknowledging you with a nod. However, his gaze remains fixed on yours, instilling a disquiet within you. As he starts to pivot, a pause lingers. "Yet," he adds, his voice trailing, "what weight do words carry from untested mouths? Walk through the crucible, and only then shall we know the true extent of your devotion."
A smirk tugs at his lips, and a queasy sensation tightens your gut as you hear the sound of immensely heavy footfalls to your left. Shira, the leader of the Order, emerges, her teeth bared. "You have twenty minutes," she snarls, a glint of delight in her eyes.
Draw or write your Reosean preparing for the battle that is to come. Perhaps they should pray to Oris, if he could be bothered to listen? Do they regret their answer, does this tense 'acceptance' sour their mood?
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Previous Version and Correction: N/A
Import: https://www.deviantart.com/reos-empire/art/Prophet-9450-811906720
Clan: The Order
Prompt Used:
IF YOUR REOSEAN DOES WORSHIP ORIS...
His countenance softens, a gleam of satisfaction fleeting across his eyes. "Child," he utters, acknowledging you with a nod. However, his gaze remains fixed on yours, instilling a disquiet within you. As he starts to pivot, a pause lingers. "Yet," he adds, his voice trailing, "what weight do words carry from untested mouths? Walk through the crucible, and only then shall we know the true extent of your devotion."
A smirk tugs at his lips, and a queasy sensation tightens your gut as you hear the sound of immensely heavy footfalls to your left. Shira, the leader of the Order, emerges, her teeth bared. "You have twenty minutes," she snarls, a glint of delight in her eyes.
Draw or write your Reosean preparing for the battle that is to come. Perhaps they should pray to Oris, if he could be bothered to listen? Do they regret their answer, does this tense 'acceptance' sour their mood?
Relevant Skills: N/A
Previous Version and Correction: N/A
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