[Note: This story takes inspiration by others similar, such as the works of hematoma, but all ideas here are original. My f-list, and the origin of the character of Eleanor, is here. New writers are very welcome, and I'll be adding every day or so to this story. Send me a message or just start adding if you wish! For readers, feel free to leave comments with...
The Kingdom of Mirantia.... Known and admired throughout the world as the fair land where magic and mortal coexist. For well over one hundred years the inhabitants of the kingdom have prospered, thanks in no small measure to the wise leadership of a succession of good kings. Its current monarch, King Malcolm, has continued the policies of his father and gran...
Kazex was a tribal goblin who lived in the enchanted forest far from civilized society. He lived in a cave with tribal decor, an alchemy lab, and a large sleeping mat. He left his tribe almost a year ago. He felt that he could run the tribe a lot better than the current chief and he spoke his mind off it. That got him exiled but didn't mind. He made a plan t...
“DAMMIT” you think to yourself as you lie amongst the corpses of the battlefield “why’d I have to be born as a weakling? Why couldn’t I have been able to live as I wish in the comfort of a castle? Or even a large house…..DAMN!! Now I’ll die a nobody! No one will hear the tales of Morgan the Warrior-Mage of Midnick (the land you live in currently) As you fade...
"But when they came to writing, Thoth said, “O king, here is something that, once learned, will make the people wiser and will improve their memory; I have discovered a potion for memory and for wisdom.” The king replied, “O most expert Thoth, it will introduce forgetfulness into the soul of those who learn it: they will not practice using their memory...
This is a world of magic and sword. This is a world of knights and mages. This is a world of demons and gods. This is a world of humanoids and monsters. But this, is not his world. Ryu. A modern world guy, to say it nicely. A fat otaku, to say it crudely. Was it Truck-sama that brought him here? He doesn't remember, and it wouldn't matter anyway. Now it's ti...
The world outside of this dungeon no longer exists to you. Your life out there has become foreign from the indeterminate number of weeks that you’ve been down here struggling to keep your wits. Deviant monsters who want nothing more than to abuse your prone body lurk down every hall, and there is a constant test of faithfulness to your wife who awaits your r...
The Abbey of the Order of the Burning Rose has stood upon the hallowed cliffs at White Rock and faced it stones against the crashing sea for over nine hundred years. Its great walls are built from slabs of the white marble upon which its foundation rests. The salt spray has etched and darkened paths between each massive block of stone so that it seems drawn...
"The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear." -Antonio Gramsci Far below the world: darkness. Humans tend to define darkness as an absence. When light is taken away, darkness remains. A dark room can be lit again, if the curtains are pulle...
Darnassus had always been a fascinating place. After all these years, Lilly still found new, hidden places whenever she visited the elves - little shops with delicate elfish craftsmanship, inns with sweet wine and fruits which grew nowhere but on the huge tree Teldrassil. Like most gnomes, she took a great fancy to elves and everything related to them; but s...