Category: Non-article
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The Tower
All sapient things, those with both wits and emotions, are bound by few things indeed; for they can quell their instincts, their fear, and their hunger. Such creatures can adapt their mental fortitude based upon their experiences, something very many cannot. It is a marvelous thing to witness. Allow me to paint you the full…
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Dissolution
In shadows deep, where moonlight wanes, There dwells a fiend with dreadful stains, A monster born of whispered dread, Who steals the innocent from their bed. With a claw like a knife and eyes of coal, It prowls the night, its heart so cold, Through silent streets, it slinks unseen, A nightmare woven in the…
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Cphoonhmpha
It was when I gazed upon that accursed statue that I realized that the universe laid bare was too much to handle. That deer-skulled thing atop the time-rotted plinth was my zenith-discovery; an artefact of immense potential that despite its potential opulence, rasped deeply at my soul. Now, I can only pray that those who…
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The Machines of Mephelon
I. Deployment There is a great disparity between the Souls of Metal and Flesh. The divergence of such stygian affairs is malevolently enigmatic, and I, a soldier of the Hekrates Mercenary Company, am ill-equipped to elucidate. Such horrors, were the ones to be faced on the last mission to ever be conducted by the Hekrates…
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The Swamp-Snails of Lakshadbi
From the loam we came; soaring, spiraling, surging from the thick muck in great swarms. Feeble we were, picked apart by the great and savage crustaceans that stalked cantankerously the mudlands. Soon, though, through miracle or magic, we began to manipulate things with only our ganglion. Opalescent energy of our creation readily and invisibly lifted…
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The Shunned of Heimdrome
The collar pressed tightly around its neck, much to its irritation. For the creature was facing penance, a crime it did not commit. Accused of defacing the Great Atlas, it was stripped of its name and fettered to some dungeon – left to rot by its kin. No longer was it known by its previous…
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Tale of the War of Lakshadbi
“Allow me to paint you the full picture,” the Elder sat on a high seat of dried bones, twigs, and feathers, wrapped into a bundle with moist twine, “Lakshadbi, once, had not great structures melting into its soil.” The chamber was carpeted with a vinewoven mat, huge and sprawling, but prickly; and itself the chamber…