You sit in your chamber, recalling all of your struggles and triumphs. The deaths of your rivals, the scheming that placed you next-in-line to be Grand Warlock. Surely, you had to make some sacrifices and betray more people than you can count on both hands, but soon you would wield absolute power within the cult of Grevakhnu. A devious smirk crawls across yo...
Prologue Irysia - a continent fractured by the naivety of it's inhabitants. Decades of armistice between races was broken by the Undyr - a brutish force of tusked monsters, terrifying in stature when compared with their racial peers. Their insatiable lust to interbreed and lack of female counterparts has driven them to return to the old ways, raiding in sea...
Hello! thank you for reading this unfinished story. So i somehow released this story while i am still writing it. the plan was to finish one storyline before releasing, but oh well. I dont know how to hide the story again so have fun reading :) This is also my first ever story, but i am trying my best! According to legend, back during the war of the ancient...
Althea Amberhearth sat at her usual spot in the Black Crab tavern. Few windows and a scarcity of candles meant the establishment rarely rose above dim light. Probably so that the customer base would fail to notice the numerous stains littering the wood floor. A shame the lighting did little to stymie the stench, as the sickly sweet scent of old ale trickled...
It had been a long, intense day of travel, but even as the sun started to dip over the edge of the horizon, the last few steps were taken, and you looked upon a gaping crevasse, the entrance into the dreaded halls of Drath'nalak. Inside was rumored to be wealth beyond measure, anything from simple piles of gold to enchanted jewelry, magic tomes, technologica...
The transponder pinged for the first time on March 9th, 2154. Jessica's brow furrowed. She leaned back and took her feet off the desk and set her reading tablet aside and looked. A dot, just a pip in the landscape, showed up 6 clicks away in a mostly unexplored mountainous terrain. "What are you?" She said. She picked up the comm headset and slid i...
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...
Your name is Tarissa. You are a young human woman living in a village near the border of the Kingdom of Rimalla. The village exists to trade with the neighbouring Arachne. In good periods, the Arachne make excellent trading partners, producing high quality silk clothing and uniquely enchanted equipment. They tend to be fairly reclusive, preferring not to str...
Join the battle! Twenty-eight years ago, the SITH EMPIRE returned from exile to exact vengeance upon the GALACTIC REPUBLIC and their sworn defenders, the JEDI ORDER. The GREAT GALACTIC WAR waged across the galaxy, from the Core to Outer Rims. However, after nearly three decades of fighting, peace was in sight. The Sith extended a hand of peace, offering a tr...