Fiction
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Stone and Steel
Immense wings clapped overhead. The pale sun fought to glow through the dense cloud that hung low above the plain. Zanthamor heaved his great legs, fighting as his feet were swallowed by the damp, red dirt. Under his plate he was boiling alive. Great rivulets of fire streamed across the battlefield, the flames towering above…
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Shadows in the Depths
The torch’s light was shrinking. It cast little more than a few feet of orange through the caverns. Beyond that lay seemingly eternal darkness, stretching and winding through the earth. Despair was chipping at their spirits. Hope’s faint flame was going the way of the torch. Even in the face of this looming threat, their…
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Divers of the Sky Cliffs
The Besol sea was calm. The clouds hung low, pale and sparse. Through the scratched lens of a tired spyglass, Rithio watched the ship crest paltry waves that broke upon its bow. From up here, the sea seemed to stretch infinitely, reaching out boldly to embrace the horizon, both a pure, bright summer’s cerulean. He…
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The Battle of the Roil
Just three moons past, one could find the great hall filled with laughter and song on a night like this. Hrodwyn felt like it was only yesterday that he had been sprawled out on a bench with a bellyful of goose and spiced wine, his arm around Gethen’s shoulder, bellowing a poor rendition of “Frost…
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The Last Days of Farandil
It was in the uncertain days of the Third Era that the Graentree Farandil perished. Memories of the War of Reclamation had not yet gone from the minds of elves, but the War of Free Lords had yet to blight the Moorvale, for at this time neither elf nor man had even dreamed its inception.…
Telling Time 