YatYin was his lordship's beloved confidant serving his royal prince 200 years ago before the republic revolution against the imperial government. He saved his lordship's life during an assassination attempt and survived with severe wounds. However, unconscious and apart from his lordship, YatYin was wrongly tossed on the cart of corpses during the chaos and was sealed hastily with a talisman alongside other corpsesto be taken away for a mass burial. On a rocky road across the mountains at the border of the neighbouring country, YatYin fell down the cliff and continued drifting with the strong current of the mountain river, all the way into a deep underground cave, where he quickly froze to death. Having so many mortal regrets and having had absorbed so much negative energy from the dead and the cold, YatYin turned into a jiangshi. There he lied, sealed dormant for the next 200 years until a hermit exorcist moved to the nearby mountain... ~ I hope you'll be here to unseal YatYin with us and let the story unfold when the time's ripe for it ~
im putting together a couple of scottish folk mixes bc that’s what i do and im honestly curious if anyone in my country has ever been unequivocally happy about anything ever
The Ballad of Nora Lee
Song by Helldorado
Once upon a time there lived a lady young and fair
Raven hair and rosy cheeks and no one to compare
Daughter of a noble man in a little town
And her name was Nora Lee, and it was spoken all around
It's told that she was courted by two men of different kin
One of them a shoemaker that made boots of lizard skin
The other was the sheriff in this little town
And he swore he'd marry her or else he'd put her in the ground
One night the moon was brightly shining in the sky
She went to see the shoemaker and with him she did lie
"You are my own true love" she whispered soft and low
But they'd been spied upon that night, and soon the sheriff he would know
Then came a cold and dark night and the wind was blowin' free
The sheriff and his men they tied poor Nora to a tree
Full of wickedness they stole her maidenhead
Then they stabbed her with a knife 'till they were sure she was dead
Her body it was found the next day on the banks below
The news was heard and many hearts were filled with grief and woe
"The guilty one will soon be hung" the sheriff he did claim
And he called upon his men, the shoemaker to blame
The scaffold it was built and all the people gathered round
Just to watch that poor boy taken to his hangin' ground
The rope was tied around his neck for everyone to see
And as the hangman pulled the rope, then he would meet his Nora Lee
JUGGLE, FOOL!!!
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world’s failest jester
- a glimpse into my writing google docs
Arise my brothers, our night is not done. We stand at the gates fighting dozens with one. At dawn we'll sing songs of this glorious fight. Guardians alone will outlast this night. The foes fear our hammer, our bullet and blaze. Bear your dark helmets, no fear in our gaze. The glory of dawn tis a beautiful sight. One we'll only see if we outlast this night. Their horde is vast, this army of dark. But we are blessed with the Travelers mark. We will not give up will not yield to this blight. It cannot be long, we must outlast this night. Their blades are brutal, their hatred unyielding. So eager to burn what we all would die shielding. Don't may bring blood but that future's still bright. To me my brothers we'll outlast this night.
Piano Ballad Selection
David Foster、David Benoit、George Winston、坂本龍一、久石譲 etc... ノンジャンルで厳選した、珠玉のピアノ・バラード曲集。