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This is just a short story I started as part of Drathir and Elota's background.
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Rasdar and Abran had been traveling for nearly a month, headed north towards Valdur. It was long and strenuous, but they had to make it. Something u..
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Hail to the king as his queen f***s his brother.
Sinking further into desperation they cannot be blamed.
The lord’s shame grows with every fa..
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He sits alone, watching them build up their false hopes and dreams with disdain.
How he pities these fools who leech the mortality from the good and ..
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He feels her breath on her skin, gasping in vain.
Claw marks leave streaks of gore on his arms as he holds her fragile neck.
So young, so beautiful...
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The sky seems to dim as the world is swallowed on the horizon.
A moment of silence through the screams as wide eyes stare out.
A sudden burst of bri..
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The King is dying with no heirs to the throne, but his advisor, Gnarthok, has one final hope for him. However, something terrible will be unleashed if..
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I’m dying Malvarius thought.
He looked at himself in the standing mirror before him. Lines covered his withered face, and as he touched his c..
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The prophet woke, startled. She was covered in a cold sweat. Her body was old, coming to its end, but her mind was as fresh as ever. She couldn&rsqu..
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Farran walked through his fellow warriors in the dining hall. The stink of greasy exposed flesh lingered unwanted in his nostrils. The sight around ..
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