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  • To Die a Thousand Times (Archived #2)

    v.1.2.0

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    I am walking the long way home with my Spiritbound. It’s late at night but the mild breeze of Summer’s Cycle makes for a lovely walk. There are no other Fae Folk around so it’s just me, my Spiritbound, and the full moon peeking in between the massive crown of the Oak-Between-Realms; the white colours of the latter two, fur and stone respectively, engaged in a subconscious battle of shine. The moon is no match for my wolf, I think and smile as I look to him.

    Though tired, I am on my way to see my childhood friend. Ever since she joined the Iron Barks as a Forester those cycles ago, I haven’t seen her a lot. And I miss her with all my heart.

    She doesn’t actually know that I’m on my way. I’ve heard from our mutual Iron Bark friend that she and her Forester partner should have returned earlier today. I can’t wait to see her beautiful surprise when I knock on her root-dwelling’s door. My heart starts racing just by the thought.

    But I don’t just want to surprise her, though. I found a gorgeous Sleeping Veil, a rare one glowing with its amber light. I found it while trending the roots and the olden sleepers, and I want my friend to have it. I think about telling her how it’s almost as beautiful as her, how the mushroom’s glow lights up the surroundings almost as much as her smile. But I dismiss the idea, it’s silly. Well, maybe I’ll tell her. If the timing feels right.

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  • To Die a Thousand Times (Archived #1)

    v.1.1.0

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    I am walking home with my Spiritbound. It’s late at night but the mild summer’s breeze makes for a lovely walk. There are no other Fae Folk around so it’s just me, my Spiritbound, and the full moon peeking out between the Realm Oak’s branches; the latter two’s white colours, fur and stone respectively, engaged in a subconscious battle of shine. But the moon is no match for my wolf, I think and smile as I look to him.

    Though tired, I am on my way to see my childhood friend. Ever since she joined the Iron Barks as a Forester those seasons ago, I haven’t seen her a lot. And I miss her with all my heart.

    She doesn’t actually know that I’m coming. I’ve heard from my friend, a high ranking officer of the Iron Barks, that she and her Forester partner have returned earlier today. I can’t wait to see her beautiful surprise when I knock on her root-dwelling’s door. My heart starts racing just by the thought.

    But I don’t just want to surprise her, though. I found a gorgeous Sleeping Veil, a rare one glowing with its amber light. I found it while trending the roots and the olden sleepers, and I want my friend to have it. I think about telling her how it’s almost as beautiful as her, how the mushroom’s shine lights up the surroundings almost as much as her smile. But I dismiss the idea, it’s silly. Well, maybe I’ll tell her. If the timing feels right.

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  • Danger (Archived #3)

    v.1.3.0

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    Parthiizaax never really liked Humans. They were prejudiced, greedy, and he knew what atrocities they were capable of, even to their own kind. Indeed, he didn’t know a single Human’s name despite it being a handful of years since he settled so close to Ashencross. But they didn’t like him either, nor did they know his name. At most the townsfolk tolerated him, only acknowledging Parthiizaax’s presence when they needed healing for injuries that their precious Teachings of the Five Pillars shouldn’t know about. Or when he sold them fireblossoms so they could easily start their ovens and furnaces. Still, though, no one had turned him in to the Templars yet. That he had to give to the Humans.

    He rarely went into town for those reasons. It was only when he absolutely needed something or to study the rituals at the large Temple of the Five Pillars. Parthiizaax found religion immensely fascinating. The followers of such dogmas seemed to share a strong bond even if what was preached seemed rather illogical to a Dragon.

    However, the massive explosion coming from Ashencross was something he simply could not ignore. 

    It had been late in the afternoon when Parthiizaax was watering the sweet-smelling, deep orange fireblossoms, a little belated from his usual routine, and the sound of violent thunder had come crashing. As a curious Parthiizaax turned his head, the shockwave followed.

    The force caught his webbed and leather-like wings and moved him a surprising amount, leaving deep claw marks in the stamped ground as proof. Parthiizaax’ wings had gone unused for such a long time that the meeting with the shockwave actually left them a little sore where they joined his body, all the way from wrist to ankle.

    And finally, after Parthiizaax had managed to gather himself ever so slightly, the rain and dirt came falling from what had been an otherwise clear summer’s day.

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  • Danger (Archived #2)

    v.1.2.0

    Parthiizaax never really liked Humans. They were prejudiced, greedy, and he knew what atrocities they were capable of, even to their own kind. Indeed, he didn’t know a single Human’s name despite it being a handful of years since he settled so close to Ashencross. But they didn’t like him either, nor did they know his name. At most the townsfolk tolerated him, only acknowledging Parthiizaax’s presence when they needed healing for injuries that their precious Teachings of the Five Pillars shouldn’t know about. Or when he sold them fireblossoms so they could easily start their ovens and furnaces. Still, though, no one had turned him in to the Templars yet. That he had to give to the Humans.

    He rarely went into town for those reasons. It was only when he absolutely needed something or to study the rituals at the large Temple of the Five Pillars. Parthiizaax found religion immensely fascinating. The followers of such dogmas seemed to share a strong bond even if what was preached seemed rather illogical to a Dragon.

    However, the massive explosion coming from Ashencross was something he simply could not ignore. It had been late that summer’s day when he was watering the sweet-smelling, deep orange fireblossoms, a little belated from his usual routine, and the sound of violent thunder had come crashing. As a curious Parthiizaax turned his head, the shockwave followed. The force caught his webbed and leather-like wings and moved him a surprising amount, leaving deep claw marks in the stamped ground as proof. Parthiizaax’ wings had gone unused for such a long time that the meeting with the shockwave actually left them a little sore where they joined his body, all the way from wrist to ankle. And finally, after Parthiizaax had managed to gather himself ever so slightly, the rain and dirt came falling from what had been an otherwise clear summer’s day.

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  • Danger (Archived #1)

    v.1.1.0

    Parthiizaax never really liked Humans. They were prejudiced, greedy, and he knew what atrocities they were capable of, even to their own kind. Indeed, he didn’t know a single Human’s name despite it being a handful of years since he settled so close to Ashencross. But they didn’t like him either, nor did they know his name. At most the townsfolk tolerated him, only acknowledging Parthiizaax’s presence when they needed healing for injuries that their precious Teachings of the Five Pillars shouldn’t know about. Or when he sold them fireblossoms so they could easily start their ovens and furnaces. Still, though, no one had turned him in to the Templars yet. That he had to give to the Humans.

    Parthiizaax rarely went into town for those reasons. It was only when he absolutely needed something or to study the rituals at the large Temple of the Five Pillars. Parthiizaax found religion immensely fascinating. The followers of such dogmas seemed to share a strong bond even if what was preached seemed rather illogical to a Dragon.

    However, the massive explosion coming from Ashencross was something he simply could not ignore. It had been late that summer’s day when he was watering the sweet-smelling, deep orange fireblossoms, a little belated from his usual routine, and the sound of violent thunder had come crashing. As a curious Parthiizaax turned his head, the shockwave followed. The force caught his webbed and leather-like wings and moved him a surprising amount, leaving deep claw marks in the stamped ground as proof. Parthiizaax’ wings had gone unused for such a long time that the meeting with the shockwave actually left them a little sore where they joined his body, all the way from wrist to ankle. And finally, after Parthiizaax had managed to gather himself ever so slightly, the rain and dirt came falling from what had been an otherwise clear summer’s day.

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  • Calamity

    v.1.3.1

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    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted, trying to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. She was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, she was sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she jumped to her feet in anger.

    Hu’orhun let out an irritated groan as she gave up on the flaming red locks, turning her attention back to Tu’wehan. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’ Hu’orhun asked. The stare following the question was so intense it seemed as if she was trying to light her husband on fire that very second.

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

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  • Calamity (Archived #6)

    v.1.3.0

    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted, trying to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. She was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, she was sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she jumped to her feet in anger. Hu’orhun let out an irritated groan as she gave up on the flaming red locks, turning her attention back to Tu’wehan. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’ Hu’orhun asked. The question was followed by a stare so intense it seemed as if she was trying to light her husband on fire that very second.

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

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  • Calamity (Archived #5)

    v.1.2.0

    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    Hu’orhun was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, that she was sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she almost jumped to her feet in anger. With clenched fists and lips almost white from being pressed together, Hu’orhun was staring back at her spouse as if she was trying to light him on fire that very second.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted. She tried to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. Hu’orhun let out an irritated groan as she gave up and let the red locks flow free over her face. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

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  • Calamity (Archived #4)

    v.1.1.2

    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    Hu’orhun was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, that she had been sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she almost jumped to her feet in anger. With clenched fists and lips almost white from being pressed together, Hu’orhun was staring back at her spouse as if she was trying to light him on fire that very second.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted. She tried to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. Hu’orhun let out an irritated groan as she gave up and let the red locks flow free over her face. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

    -> KEEP ON READING!

  • Calamity (Archived #3)

    v.1.1.1

    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    Hu’orhun was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, that she had been sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she almost jumped to her feet in anger. With clenched fists and lips almost white from being pressed together, Hu’orhun was staring back at her spouse as if she was trying to light him on fire that very second.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted. She tried to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. Hu’orhun gave an irritated groan as she gave up and let the red locks flow free over her face. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

    -> KEEP ON READING!