Post Sample 1 from Harmonized
Ash took a deep breath and counted to ten before stepping back out of the backroom and into the sea of guests. He was, with good reason, uncertain of his ability to maintain a "cheery" enough personality around such people, surrounded by such opulence. He had been anxious about the thought of trying to fit into such a setting since the briefing and now every sideways glance, every word whispered as he passed by, ate away at what stability he was able to maintain. He could not shake the idea that they somehow knew, just knew by looking at him that he did not belong.
He caught a glimpse of Sato moving through the guests and thought of how naturally she took to this like she had been a part of this setting her entire life. He found a balance in her, something that took the edge off his anxiety and kept him just at the brink of losing himself entirely. Despite, this he wanted to slip back into the kitchen and hide from this. Hiding like a coward until something more suited to his life experience and personal skillset arrived. For all his bravado and calloused knuckles and hearing loss from gunfire, he thought to himself, this terrified him. Like the scared little bitch you are, past voices sounded in his mind. Then he thought of Felix....
Post Sample 2 from Dirge of the Sun: Prologue
The Arc Engine, A fusion of The Izzit Guild's technology and Ascen Guild Runecrafting, powering three hundred tons of dwarven steel in the form of a train engine carving a path through the sacred forest of the Godswood and leaving a scar of broken trees, shattered stones, scorched urth, and whatever wildlife failed to get out of its way. Despite the knowledge of the damage to lands Donovan's faith considered holy, there was some satisfaction in knowing he was doing what must be done even if the entirety of the church believed the Dawnguard's cause foolish heresy.
The Dawnguard were heretics in the eyes of the church now and he found a strange joy in that. How many heretics had he himself slain in the name of Lythandra and her daughters? Perhaps a hundred. Perhaps more? A smile crossed his mind while his face remained stone. It was a sin of pure arrogance to enjoy knowing he and the Dawnguard were alone on the righteous path. He would pay penance when the end times were avoided...
Persona Creation Sample from Filth: The Uncrowned King
Dangerous, cunning, and unpredictable, Filth is a powerful force of primordial elements whose seemingly chaotic behavior belies a dispassionate and calculating mind. A master of planning and deception, he frequently achieves his aspirations through brute force or manipulation of others with a complete disregard of the consequences to anyone but himself. While his indifference to good qualifies him as evil, he only seeks to satisfy his insatiable need to satisfy urges for sex, violence acts, and a tenacious curiosity about all things.
Created as one of eleven hierophants for an eldritch god Filth simply refers to as the Oblivion or the Oblivion Squid, he is awakened with shattered memory and sense of his former humanity. For centuries he carried out Oblivion's will...
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