People say there are mages, wizards and blessed beings. They say everyone can do magic, they be Goblin, Human, Dwarven, Kobold, Elven or other. They say everyone has a soulmate. All are true, but not in the way one expects. Sure, there are minor spells most races can cast, minor wishes and boons everyone can gain through devotion to gods, but that's not all....
The smell of the room was of numerous types of intoxicating alcohols, he was able to tell the difference of a few of them, them being the lager that he would normally drink, to a sweet smell of his favourite liqueur Southern Comfort. He glimpsed across the dimly lit room from where he was sitting to notice a strikingly tall woman, dressed in a black full len...
The Rutting Bull was the largest and loudest tavern in the loudest part of Torodon, a small but bustling trade city that was halfway on the road between several small kingdoms. The Rutting Bull attracted a diverse and sometimes disreputable clientele, as the city of Torodon was a famous haven for criminals, bandits, and travelling mercenaries who journeyed f...
Winry was hunched over her workbench working hard to repair/upgrade the automail vibrator she had built herself. She's wearing her typical folded over pants, tubular sports bra, and bandanna that she usually wears while working. "DAMN IT!", she yells out loud, becoming especially frustrated by her efforts to get her vibrator working. She was hoping...
Cassandra Phillips / May 27, 1996, 8:14 p.m. The bar stank. Why do people drink American beer? Why do people drink beer? I hate places like this. And I wouldn't even be here if David hadn't . . . Oh, fuck him. Fuck him for what he's making me do—for making me what I've become. And where the bloody hell is Justin? Always late, the little shit. And why on...
Roland's eyes trailed across the length of the large tavern, watching the multitude of different peasants, merchants, knaves and drunkards sitting across, between and around each other as they all partook in one of the most ancient traditions of civilization: inebriation. There was little room, with the only real seats of substance at stools upon the bar its...
Chapter 3: The Ecstasy Mage The stranger chuckled. "Why yes, I DO find it amusing that everyone here would run screaming for their lives if they knew the truth about even one of us. Hart here hides behind an illusion, you, Tholena, behind your unassuming appearance, and I, well..." Tholena grimaced. "And you are hidden by a horror beyond imagining. If the...
My last submission was lazy, and I apologize for it. I am only leaving it attached to my name to hopefully leave a comparison to the type of writing I don't want to do, versus hopefully the rest of my submissions being the quality I do want to achieve. To expound; I think the content was good, but the quality of the writing was poor and extremely sloppy. I'm...
Ariela, Queen of her recently conquered Northern lands, sat perched on her jewel-studded throne reading the letter through, again and again, trying to decide if what it claimed was true. He had been found, it said. She had fought hard in a brutal conflict to reclaim her stolen throne and with it the Kingdom that she now ruled in a new budding empire of dar...
Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, hurried back to the barracks of the City Watch. It was morning, and before she and Naomi had parted the night before the captain of the watch had promised to take her to see Chloe, the noblewoman she was in Eriport to search for. Soon she had reached the building and found Naomi, the woman grinning at Sara as she saw her...