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...
Humming, you close the door to your cabin behind you and sigh. "Finally home", you say and move from the door. You moved into your cabin in the woods three months ago amd finally everything is set up as you want it to be. It's a two story cabin with a balcony giving good view over the big lake your home is sitting next to. The water is cristal clea...
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...
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...
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...
The night was late. Christen had just gotten home from a crazy night out, the end being topped off with an Ouja board ritual. She walked into her room, shaking her head and laughing and the silly idea of what she did. 'If this really works, you can go up my ass and possess me.' Sarcasm was way to obvious. She stops at her bed, stripping clothes away until no...
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...
"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...