Skull8

Win, lose, despair. All roads were walked. Few return so burdened.

LockedSteam

Swift as wind, careless of tales. Who needs lore when there's glory ahead?

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Chose gold o’er glory. The gods took note. They’re not mad, just disappointed.

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All relics, now thine. Shiny, haunted, and slightly stolen.

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The bones stack high. Monsters whisper thy name... and run.

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No bell, no whistle, just grit. The echoes were thine alone.

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From a dragon’s left pinky. Still warm. Handle with care.

LockedSteam

Heavy, slightly cursed, and full of secrets.

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May ruin surprises.

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Pointy. Dusty, allegedly still holds a few spells.

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Find it, blow it and see what happens.

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Find a pretty ring once worn by someone terribly important.

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It has the number 8 on it. Why? Nobody knows. Maybe ask it. Slowly.

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Broken, yes. But somehow still it hums.

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Reached the entry to the Underworld.

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Mountains parted ‘neath thy tread, By claw of flame thy path was led.

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What once was pain, now healeth scar.

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As thou diedst, The past bent back to spare thy bone.

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The blade of rust did burn within, A second breath, thy soul did win.

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Thou didst prevail. The world still turns, though now it bows a bit.

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