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"Shurb, The Cursed Aisha" by _the_spardel_queen_
Our story takes place back in the time of the Darigan War. Yes, you've heard of the great battle between King Skarl and Long Darigan, but what about those who had to pay the price of war?" the Darigan Aisha in the corner of the dark prison cell says, as he turns around with a candle in hand.
"That's right. We exist. Everyone wants to pretend that after the war, all went back to normal. Meridell citizens threw flowers in the air and everyone rejoiced. Then they went back to their normal lives." he said snarling, his eyes focused on the flame of the candle.
"We, the victims of war, exist. So, are you ready for this spooky story? I'll forewarn you, I'm known to get a little...CrAzY."
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"Visualize a young, handsome looking Aisha. Yeah, he has a cheap-looking wig from the donation tree because he's too broke to get anything else. His life is dull, his parents were potato farmers. No- they don't play that silly 'guess the potato' game. Potatoes are for eating, what an embarrassment to people in Meridell. ANYWAYS...
That's me. tired of the boring nights and days in the farm, I joined the Meridell Army. Imagine that handsome Aisha in silver knights armor, oh yeah.
That's when I first met Loki, the Darigan Wocky. Commander to King Skarl or something or other. Thought he was so cool. WELL we became friends somewhere along the line and fought side by side in battle." he said as he rolled his eyes, his voice getting more and more manic.
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