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The People of Torment Werelynx 2016-12-04 1 year 3 months ago

Short piece based on Polish short story explaining why people have to suffer under „Lawful Good catholic god”. Now this story is situated in Sigil, the City of Doors.

The Horror on Rooster Hill boodah 2016-12-05 1 year 7 months ago The Horror on Rooster Hill
The Power Of Words: Morella Trinder (A prelude and Ravenloft Fanfiction) NearEthereal 2016-12-01 1 year 7 months ago

Debate 

 

 

What a Relief Werelynx 2013-04-21 2 years 6 days ago

250 word assignment from English Classes, that started it all.

The March of the Dead Migrate Wizard 2015-10-16 2 years 1 month ago

There are six short stories, ranging in length from only two pages to thirteen. The middle three are set within the Four Part Land, the Battle of the Winds and the Sands taking place on the trade route between Tri-Hauwcerton and Bhreac Veryan as it winds through the desert, Yathol's Revenge occurring in an unspecified location along the great peninsula that sticks out into the ocean, while Caer Chan Carega is situated in the city of Tri-Hauwcerton. The first story, The March of the Dead, is set in none of these places, but simply within its own setting, created only for the short story. Ar Goll Filwr also resides in its own little world, created for the story. The Desert of Souls sits athwart the same trade route as the Battle of the Winds and the Sands and is in many ways a successor story, or at least interlinked.

In terms of the order in which they were written, Yathol's Revenge is the first, being over a year old, with The March of the Dead second, a short story written on a whim in the middle of work on Caer Chan Carega, which was completed afterwards, near the beginning of this year. Battle of the Winds and the Sands is not a brand new piece, but it is under a month old, written as a break from the Tale of the Apprentice, the first in a series of ongoing serialized stories that will eventually be turned into a novel, if all goes well.

The Storage Room in the Grey Void kookoo 2015-10-18 2 years 2 months ago

I've been building in Neverwinter Nights for a while now and wondered what happens to the things that you place into the grey void around the areas. This is the story of an NPC that was dropped in there recently.

The Adventures Of Fen Pocketsfull - Part Four Migrate Wizard 2015-09-21 2 years 7 months ago

“What's with the daft look on your face then Amber…don’t tell me you're falling for a Kender!?”

“Don’t be silly Peter!” seeing her brothers look of incomprehension, Amber sighed.

“I am the head mans daughter, when those others court me with flowers, they only do so because getting me as a catch will elevate their status in the group. The Kender has nothing to gain by offering me flowers, and for once it was nice to receive a genuine gift!” Looking at her brother sternly she poked him in the chest as they walked towards Fen

“You watch yourself with that Maisy Trout, she has her beady eye on you”

Peter gulped and gave a shiver, for once he agreed with his sister, Maisy Trout was bad news!

The Adventures Of Fen Pocketsfull - Part Three Migrate Wizard 2015-09-21 2 years 7 months ago

Peter looked at Fen as if he were mad, then shrugged and laughed.

“Are you sure you're not touched by the sun Fen, you ask the silliest of things, as if a river like this would ever be short of fish!”

“Oh I don’t know Peter, one time old Greedy Guts Bollo sat at the Pebble Rush River in Kendermere, for a whole month and fished. He caught every fish alive, and we had to wait a very long time before the new fish hatched and we could have a good fish stew!” Fen packed up his washed cooking utensils and sat swinging his legs on a log.

Giant Blue Underpants - Part Three Migrate Wizard 2015-09-21 2 years 7 months ago



CutScene Dialogue (OH = Old Hag )

Start CutScene 6 ctp_Dwarven Halls.



The Adventures Of Fen Pocketsfull - Part Two Migrate Wizard 2015-09-21 2 years 7 months ago

Fen walked along the rivers edge, poking his nose into this flower, and under that stone, and generally being

Giant Blue Underpants - Part Two Migrate Wizard 2015-09-21 2 years 7 months ago

Start CutScene 3 ctp_Gothic_Estate



Bow: What's that smell?


The Adventures Of Fen Pocketsfull - Part One Migrate Wizard 2015-09-21 2 years 7 months ago

Fen was a Kender, and like all Kender he had a sense of the ridiculous and was forever getting into mischief.

Giant Blue Underpants - Part One Migrate Wizard 2015-09-21 2 years 7 months ago

Ths was written as a CutScene/Movie script for the CTP. Sadly there is no one on the staff who is a CutScene artist, and so I shelved it to gather dust. Some of you may wish it had remained that way! Inspired by the likes of Generika & The Order Of The Stick Comic strips (though certainly nowhere near their class), I gathered enough courage to try my hand at a comic dialogue.

Join Ranger Bert and his talking Bow on a quest to save the world from utter chaos...by returning the stolen Giant Blue Underpants.

Markshire Storyteller - A Missed Adventure Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

This is a short story based on real events that take place in Markshire :: Kingdom of Ice.

One Great Big Gulp Of Air... Migrate Wizard 2015-09-21 2 years 7 months ago

Each day I leave the house at 7.30am, Sarah standing at the door, arms wrapped around her waist as her small white teeth chew her lower lip in worry. I go to the office, answer the calls, solve the problems and pass the time of day with my co-workers. All of this and I do it well, for they do not know that here, inside myself, I am screaming and calm at the same time. Automated, doing what is expected of me, although it no longer holds any meaning. I am disconnected, and I think I am glad of it. No longer a cog within a great grinding wheel, but an imposter, playing a part, yet waiting for the curtain to drop. Is this better than total ignorance, better than the oblivion of conforming? Am I mad, or are they? Where did I go for that month?

The Strangers Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

Silk meets pirates at sea, a peculiar stranger and an amorous restauranteur.

Markshire Storyteller - A Harrowing Story Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

We developed a new section for our world. If you try to open a locked door there's a chance, a small chance, you may just find yourself in a nightmare.

The Caravan Trip Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

Silk signs on as a caravan guard and shares a little of her past and present with a winsome male companion.

Markshire Storyteller - Kurm and the Sewer King's Curse Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

Once again this story is centered around actual in game experiences. Today's hero is Kurm Reyer, a young, clueless, brewer, adventurer and loyal friend.

The Crossbow Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

Sylvia "Silk" Ssavanthos, priestess of Tymora, follows a suspicious stranger on a little adventure.

Three Men Sitting In A Room Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

‘Brian never buys me flowers, he never even says happy anniversary, and the last time he bought me jewellery was my wedding ring and THAT’S only 9 carat gold! Why Betty Sottle across the street showed me her 25th wedding anniversary gift from her husband and guess what it was mother, it was a platinum bracelet with emeralds all around. I counted 25 of em, one for each year of marriage she said' Brian snorts loudly and spits in his hanky taking on a coughing fit.

"Betty Sottle is something to look at, all leg and boobs. Damn it, if I were her husband I’d buy her twenty platinum bracelets; her old man says she’s a devil in the sack and I believe him! Well it was a sight to behold I can tell you, the wife in her pink frilly nightdress down to her toes, hair in rollers and some disgusting green beauty treatment plastered on her face.

Markshire Storyteller - The Mad Red Titan (Part One) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

In the history of Markshire only two events have shaped the countryside so dramatically. This is the first. Learn how the great city of Gastlinyk Gate was born.

Part One of Three.

Markshire Storyteller - Loki's Foulest Trick Migrate Wizard 2015-09-21 2 years 7 months ago

A tale inspired by actual events in game on Markshire :: Kingdom of Ice.

Pawn Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

An angry, stark gray sky rumbled its displeasure to the crude earth many long miles beneath its shadow. Lightening swept down and played havoc with an ancient forest of a bygone age, their volatile passage marked by the overpowering stench of torched wood and singed rotting vegetation. Somewhere, within the inky depths of these impregnable elder woods, reality was temporarily broken.. There was no beginning to the breaking, and the small figure that had not been there, simply was there. It was human, and dressed oddly for even these distant and inherently strange lands. The wrathful sky let loose its fury then, heralded by a violent rock shattering crash of thunder rain cascaded down upon the parched landscape with a relentless intensity, permeating every leaf, blade of grass, and light deprived patch of forest floor. The exotically dressed human raised his hands to the heavens, savoring the sensation of the cool rainwater running across his palm and fingertips, intermingling with and washing away the tears streaming down his time creased cheeks and steely beard. The sky grieved, the human wept and for a moment reality was broken.

The Undead Slayer Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

"Then, will you give me your word?"

The central tower's doors would not open without it, and if they did, it would be only for one of the pair. Standing outside of the imposing stone circle, the man dressed in robes made his reply. He was clearly a priest, judged by both his speech and visage, for only a priest would be holding his hands in steel gauntlets when outside of them his only protection was that of a thick, black woolen cape overbearing plain linen robes. Once the vow was declared, it took only a flip of his complement's wrists to feel that, indeed, he had no evil intent. The paladin himself was certain before, but felt the need, as dictated in his scriptures, more important than his most sound judgement.

Dustlifter - The Villain's Names (Chapter Two) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

For a long while, there was darkness. There still is, keeping its dominion from the lights of the outside world. This may take its place somewhere in the barrows of an orc army, or it may have never taken place yet, perhaps even now its consequences storm into the south. Whatever it is, it stays as dark as the most somber night that passed above Calindra, a city, a hole in the world it was made out of. The azure pillars of marble reaching out to hold its loft remain covered in a veil of nothingness, and even if our Lady ever did take pity on them, summoned its beauty to shine off their highest facets, the minced fragments below would still not be exposed. These minced fragments, however, are far more worthy of watch than the lifeless columns that stand above them, for stones do not march about the land in its own name unless stirred up by earthquakes and volcanoes. These short men had no need of such, as they were earthquakes and volcanoes themselves. There were four of them marching at a steady foot-second pace, with one rushing ahead to messenger their approach through the cloud darkness. Each bore a great black hammer in his grey steel gauntlets, pounding the granite stairs with his saldiem boots as the group went onward grim-faced stone-spirited. The sounds they launched were so strong they matched thunder, as if intended to send word of their presence to someone still hidden behind the doors. Pressing the floor, they kept their march orderly as they stepped on escalating stone steps, once, twice and the final one was gone behind them. As their leader shouted at the doors in an uncomprehensible tongue amidst uncomprehensible sounds, the granite dove back into its matron floor and revealed a hollow cylinder filled with seven pillars around a circle of stairs, the missing eighth facing what seconds before were the doors. Atop that circle, raised at half the room's level stood an elaborate adamantine throne to match the chamber in its entirety: tall carvings of ruby-bearded heroes stepped their golden sandals or blue saldiem boots on the floor that was a gem mine, each stone placed in one of the detailed mosaics telling the world's ever-changing tales. A cluster of emeralds covered the front, with crimson stones running from their side to the room's center. The chart stopped at the stairs and pillars, for they were to hold things far more sacred than this world in its entirety. Filling the lenght of each circle-step and spiraling from the height of every column, the glyphs marked in adamantine spoke the very words of the earth, words which would never be stepped on or crushed by anyone but the earth itself. This sanctity known to the group, they approached only as close as the stone guards standing one against a pillar and went down on their knees to honor that which was above on their throne.

Chronicles of the Company of the Egg - The Crypts of Empyrea (Part One) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

Many stories could be told about them.

From their days of glory, when they were a holy place in which rested the remains of the most respected people in the country, nothing is remembered. Or so little...

Dustlifter - A Hero is Born (Chapter One) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

"Magnificence? My boy, these roads were built by need of transportation, the alphabet by need of recording..." He pauses, speaking only with his hands in an oratory hiatos to replace the description of all things built within the last two decades. "These have been designed not in search for greatness, but by their necessity and usefulness. Do you even remember Red Calindra?"

The Story of ColdFire Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

Five human figures moved about in the darkness. The warrior leading them, the one called Lance, raised a hand, and then cocked his head, as if listening. He drew his sword, and the others followed his suit, each drawing their own weapon.

The City of Mirrors Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

Great dissent in the tavern: one of the fanatics on the tavernkeeper's side of a debate bent out of his position for no apparent reason and, the sight taken as a dedicated believer abandoning his cause, lowered his fellow combatants' voices to the point that they could actually hear all said by their counterparts. It took half a minute for this wave to sincerely claim its climax, as two by three, all supporting the tavernkeeper broke their beliefs in vision of their adversaries' sheer wording power. Seeing myself the sole victim of a well-intended jest in which true combat spared belief for diction, I bid the tavernkeeper his last faithful's goodday and instead sought a quiet, sheltered bench to cast away more mundane company and resume bickering with my own self - for what bickering it was! A certain madman by the title of mason had requested my personal build of something so simple, yet so undeniably impossible as the city which sees itself in its every facet, the city of mirrors.

The Psions Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

Silk is reminded of past torments and seeks psionic aid to escape for once and for all, with unexpected results.

Loftless Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

Days had been falling in drops as they vaporized, into weeks carved to nothing distinguished from the humid dungeon fog that served his breath. It was a murder of time itself, the energetic maker's strength sapped by the manacles that kept him from his quill, though he knew that even with the instrument in hand, its point could pierce none of his adversary's shields. Doom was readying its fist for descent to press him into the ground, as the light of his burning flesh shall bless the circle of his followers, lift smoke and screams towards the ravenous hand that would bring down his spirit.

Markshire Storyteller - The Mad Red Titan (Part Two) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

In the history of Markshire only two events have shaped the countryside so dramatically. This is the first. Learn how the great city of Gastlinyk Gate was born.

Part Two of Three.

Too Many Arrow Wounds Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 2 years 7 months ago

Dranis was returning from a successful mission against The Restistance. It was his job to find the secret meeting place of the Za'rashin, the highest faction of The Restistance.

Dranis knew that one of the members was aware of his presence. The drow knew that as soon as he left the area, that member would tell the rest of the knights, in their shining armor and sparkling swords, that they were being watched and Dranis knew that they would send their most nimble men after him.

Tales of A Planeswalker - Time Mends All Wounds (Chapter Five) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

Chrono knew not where he was when he opened his eyes but he had the distinct impression that he was safe, at least for the moment. He was lying in a soft bed within a richly furnished room. The song of a nightingale drifted through a nearby open window and Chrono looked over to see Sunlight flooding through the window. Where was he? What happened?

Tales of A Planeswalker - The Sword That Is Time (Chapter Eight) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 2 years 7 months ago

Chrono felt as though his mind was going to burst as he realized exactly what and who he was. He was a planeswalker. One of those strange beings that traveled realities at will. Not a mortal that used keys to travel the planes, he was a true planeswalker. He could traverse infinity at will. He felt suddenly as if his world had grown and looking around he saw things in a new light.

Tales of A Planeswalker - Morality and Ascension (Chapter Three) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

Agony was Chrono's teacher and Ecstasy his mentor. His mind was alike to a shattered window. His body wracked by wave after wave of horrendous agony followed by wave after wave of awesome all-consuming pleasure. The cycle of pain and pleasure had gone on for who knows how long when his mind first began to piece itself back together, after that first wave of pleasure and agony had flared to life from within his very being.

Tales of A Planeswalker - Macium The Damned (Chapter Seven) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

Chrono froze in place as he saw the undead creature look up at him. The creatures burning eyes briefly shone through the eyes of its mask. It seemed to be happy to see him. It raced towards him and grasped his hand with abandon and began shaking it up and down excitedly.

Tales of A Planeswalker - A Brief Respite (Chapter Two) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

Chrono Thran, the mysterious being, was in a place of chaos after stepping through the portal. The Chaos felt wet and dry. It felt warm and cold. But most of all the chaos felt familiar to the being called Chrono. Looking about he could see things no mortal could have comprehended, within the mists of this place were whole other realities.

Tales of A Planeswalker - Search for the Past (Chapter Six) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

The darkness was within and without him. The singing flowing through him. At first there was only the close darkness, comforting, and changeless. Then images began to form and with them came light. The light was serene and revealing, revealing images that were lost to Chrono.

Tales of A Planeswalker - The Walker (Chapter One) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

The wind had started as just a whisper, flowing in from the east to cool the scorched earth. Then it had become a bit stronger causing the leaves of the trees to sway. Now the wind was a roar, almost a living thing it seemed to the few that lived on the Alabaster plains. Huddled in their houses of wood and sod the villagers prayed to the god of the storms for relief but they found none as the wind continues to blow. Then as soon as it had begun the wind stopped.

Bessie the Vampire Slayer Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 2 years 7 months ago

The following story is based on a true event. I was playing "The Spires of Ravenloft" mod with a friend and I charmed an ox to follow me around. The ox followed me into Ravenloft itself and turned out to be quite a fighter. I expanded on the incident and then wrote the following story. Before this comes up... some cows do have horns, it depends on the species.

Tales of A Planeswalker - Awaken to Bloodshed (Chapter Four) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 2 years 7 months ago

Chrono knew not where he was when he opened his eyes but he had the distinct impression that he was safe, at least for the moment. He was lying in a soft bed within a richly furnished room. The song of a nightingale drifted through a nearby open window and Chrono looked over to see Sunlight flooding through the window. Where was he? What happened?

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Three - An Adventure Underground) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 2 years 7 months ago

As the morning sun began to rise in the sky, the two friends eagerly made their way through the dense forest undergrowth. Despite the fact that Carek seemed to take this route quite often, it seemed so overgrown with coarse brambles and vines that one could well believe that no creature had ever set foot along it. There was an underlying hum of forest noise - creatures talking amongst themselves in their own tongues. They were most probably discussing the two intruders into their domain, giants by comparison. Occasionally one of these creatures would dart out from between the bushes, run startled across the track and vanish into the undergrowth the other side. It gave Tarok quite a shock the first time, and he almost leapt backwards in fright. Carek, however, was accustomed to almost all of the surprises that the forest could throw at him. Almost all.

Insurrection - A Tale of Amphibiana Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 2 years 7 months ago

The aroma of fried grubs caused Hermit to awaken from his peaceful slumber. Still disoriented from his state of unconsciousness, Hermit stumbled to his feet and hopped out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen, he was greeted by his lovely mother, Phyllis, and his various younger siblings that were eagerly waiting for some breakfast.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Two - A Heavy Burden) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 2 years 7 months ago

Tarok woke late the next morning to the bright sun piercing through the treetops, and the pleasant sound of birds and woodland insects singing busily to themselves. He sat up straight and yawned loudly and openly. For the first time since he left Tarnadon, he actually felt relaxed. The previous day had certainly been an exciting one, and very nearly disastrous as well. He looked out of the window to the forest and could barely believe how different it seemed in the daylight hours. It was as if all the danger of the previous night had been lifted; All the evil creatures of the darkness had fled from the sun's cleansing rays. Tarok surveyed the clearing, and noticed that Carek was sitting down beside a small campfire, cooking breakfast, and muttering softly to himself.

Haley Moonstar's Phantasy Quest - Cancelled (Chapter One) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 2 years 7 months ago

It has often been said that, in an infinite universe, anything that can exist, must exist somewhere. This is obviously complete nonsense, as there are far too many mutually exclusive possibilities for them all to exist within one universe. But it's close to the truth. Because in the infinite infinities that make up the Multiverse, anything, possible or otherwise, happens somewhere. Take this place, for instance:

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter One - How It All Began) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 2 years 7 months ago

The last few rays of sunlight had now slipped well beneath the western horizon, and countless specks of light began once more to decorate the blanket of darkness overhead. The stars gave a certain enchantment to the forest, one that was unnerving to those who were not accustomed to its mystical allure. Especially to those who knew little of what lay in the darkness ahead, shrouded by the menacing trees and ensnaring undergrowth.

If Only... Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 2 years 7 months ago

"You say magic," asked the inquisitive sage.

"Yes, I do. But its not like magic as you know it," replied the great dragon.

"How do you mean?" asked the sage again.

"Well, our magic doesn't have any hand manipulations at all. We'd look a bit stupid trying to cast a spell whilst flying with our front legs wouldn't we," commented the great dragon.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Five - Additions) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 2 years 7 months ago

The busy streets of Tarnadon were as hectic as Tarok could ever remember. Compared to the solitude of the forest, this was uncomfortable and claustrophobic. Tarok held the purse tightly in his pocket, just to reassure himself. In the forest you had to worry about your very life, so money soon became of secondary importance. In Tarnadon, the chances of you being eaten alive on daily business were reassuringly rare, so other cares began to dominate. Whatever your situation, there was always something to worry about, no matter how petty it might have seemed to other folk. For Carek, this human preoccupation with material wealth seemed rather futile. For Tarok, the way in which the townsfolk worried about their jobs and their appearance seemed unnecessary and trite. It was all a question of relative worth.

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