Yeah, I know this is THE most impossible storyline to find online next to DeRo, but can does anyone know where I can watch their storyline? I got DeRo from a friend a while back but I can’t find a reliable place to watch Ludwin.
and the other six of the crown princes and princesses, had been taken
on the youngest of you all’s 18th birthday, by a maniacal warlock.
Now he kept you in his personal dungeon.
The first few days were the worst. Cold, dark and terrifying. You
huddled quietly with the others, shivering and crying, refusing to eat
or drink what the warlock gives you for the first few days. But
eventually, Princess Casnea cant help but try it, and she seems okay, so
all of you start eating and drinking properly, but it remains otherwise
The grueling nights soon turned to a sort of anxious monotony of waiting
for food and water, and then continuing to lie around, slightly more
relaxed, as the warlock doesnt come in again after that.. All of you
started to gain a little bit of pudge here and there.
But then, one night, a few months in as far as you can gather from the
routines that established ‘days’ for you and your fellow inmates,
The dread warlock comes in and selects one of you, before feeding time.
He selects Prince Ludwin. He drags him to the center of the cell, tears
his shirt off, and proceeds to stab him in the stomach just beneath his
navel with a stiletto thin blade hidden in the bottom of his staff,
before humming some strange words and dumping a white powder on him and
Ludwin began to bleed, his blood running down in a thin stream under his
navel. However, just before it reached his pants, it curved up. It began
to inscribe strange patterns in the white dust, marking him in so much
His blood dried and his wound seemed to magically seal, and his face
became deathly pale. He stood and screamed, becoming rapidly exhausted
and leaning weakly against the wall of the dungeon. He panted and
gasped, and before his fellow cellmates his nipples began to spurt milk
and his chest became ample, his hips grew wider, and his belly began to
bulge and swell from his weak, pallid form. He looked entranced, like
he’d seen death themself mark his soul for collection. A high whimper
escaped his lips, legs shaking as he dropped to his knees, belly
rounding and stretching, growing shinier, sweatier and more strained
with every passing minute, until it finally halts at his knees and he
passes out against the wall.
Fear rattles all of you.
What is the warlock planning?