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Markshire Storyteller - A Missed Adventure Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 months ago

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

Markshire Storyteller - A Harrowing Story Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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.

Markshire Storyteller - Kurm and the Sewer King's Curse Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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.

Three Men Sitting In A Room Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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 - Loki's Foulest Trick Migrate Wizard 2015-09-21 3 years 10 months ago

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

One Great Big Gulp Of Air... Migrate Wizard 2015-09-21 3 years 10 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 City of Mirrors Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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.

Pawn Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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.

Dustlifter - A Hero is Born (Chapter One) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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?"

Loftless Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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.

The Undead Slayer Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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.

Chronicles of the Company of the Egg - The Crypts of Empyrea (Part One) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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...

The Story of ColdFire Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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 Psions Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 months ago

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

Markshire Storyteller - The Mad Red Titan (Part Two) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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.

Dustlifter - The Villain's Names (Chapter Two) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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.

Bessie the Vampire Slayer Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 3 years 10 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 - Macium The Damned (Chapter Seven) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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 - The Walker (Chapter One) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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.

Too Many Arrow Wounds Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 3 years 10 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 - The Sword That Is Time (Chapter Eight) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 3 years 10 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 - Search for the Past (Chapter Six) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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 - Awaken to Bloodshed (Chapter Four) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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 - Time Mends All Wounds (Chapter Five) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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 - Morality and Ascension (Chapter Three) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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 - A Brief Respite (Chapter Two) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-22 3 years 10 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.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Four - History Repeats) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 3 years 10 months ago

A bright shaft of early morning light shone in through a tiny circular window in the ceiling. It caught Carek's face, just a sudden sparkle, and then was gone. Carek sat up with a start, wiping his tired eyes. It took him a few moments to work out where he was, and then the events of the previous day began to flit through his mind. He relaxed, then slowly unwrapped himself from the tight, undersized blankets. Through the window a dozen tiny eyes were peering inwards. They shyly ducked out of view as Carek glanced in their direction, then slowly re-appeared to catch another glimpse. Carek crawled out of the narrow doorway and into the outside world. The sprite village was alive with activity, the level of which was excited as the tiny people ran to watch their giant visitor scramble slowly to his feet and survey the scene around him. He seemed even larger to them by the light of day.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Three - An Adventure Underground) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 3 years 10 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.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Two - A Heavy Burden) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 3 years 10 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.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter One - How It All Began) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 3 years 10 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.

The Misadventures of the Venerable Mister Pinker - Chapter Two Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 3 years 10 months ago

The merchant cart rolled away down the horribly rutted, muddy road. Behind it the merchant left one very short person and two bizarre steeds. Their horses (for they appeared as the body of a horse) were made of iron, with scale mail covering their sides and plate mail making up their armored heads. They were beautifully crafted, complete with the visage of a true horse. However, instead of legs each had two wheels and instead of a tail they had what looked like miniature smokestacks that billowed black smoke. As they stood there, the air was filled with a reverberating roaring sound.

The Misadventures of the Venerable Mister Pinker - Chapter One Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 3 years 10 months ago

Mr. Hubbard heard the bells on the front door jingle as a customer entered the shop. “I’ll be there in a minute.” He said putting down his wood saw and then wiping his hands on his carpenter’s apron.

Haley Moonstar's Phantasy Quest - Cancelled (Chapter One) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 3 years 10 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:

If Only... Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 3 years 10 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 3 years 10 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.

Insurrection - A Tale of Amphibiana Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 3 years 10 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 Six - Strong Foundations) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 3 years 10 months ago

The four friends awoke somewhat reluctantly that morning, knowing that the construction of the fort could be delayed no further. Though it was exciting at last to be building a more permanent home amidst the trees, it was still a most daunting task. The whole project would take them at least a month of hard work and they all knew it. Preparations would have to begin immediately. The sooner they made a start the sooner they would be safe from the forest's deadly grasp.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Fifteen - Life and Death) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-25 3 years 10 months ago

The ogre warriors charged onwards, clubs aloft. Carek and Athena rushed up the tower as fast as they could, tripping on the wooden steps as they frantically scrambled to reach the battlements. Carek was the first to reach the top, and launched a volley of arrows down towards the oncoming horde. All three missiles hit their targets but failed to slay any of the enormous creatures. The ogres just charged onwards, unperturbed by injuries that would surely have killed a human.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Fourteen - A Hidden Legacy) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-25 3 years 10 months ago

Tarok summoned all his energies, feeling the mystical powers once more burning through his tired limbs. His friends were relying on him - he couldn't fail them. He prepared to cast another spell, catching a glimpse out of the corner of his eye as the orc sorcerer held out one of the skulls from around his neck, and focused his energy into it. The skull began to glow, the eyes burning bright red. Tarok realised just in time as a bolt of energy surged out of the skull towards him. He nimbly dived to one side as the beam of energy surged past his shoulder and struck the wall behind him with a cacophonous roar.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Thirteen - The Lost Monolith) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-25 3 years 10 months ago

The group's first real adventure was now almost upon them. Preparations began in earnest, and excitement grew as the four adventurers, like children eagerly awaiting birthday celebrations, wished away the remaining few hours. Tarok spent the day wisely, turning to stone the four corner posts in the hill fort. He also learnt a few new spells that would help the group on their imminent journey, and spent some time training Carek, who had become quite an apprentice over the past few days.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Twelve - Distant Signs) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-25 3 years 10 months ago

Carek parted the undergrowth confidently before him as he stepped carefully over the soft forest floor. The evening sun had dropped below the trees ahead, and its gentle warmth was fading fast. For the first time in many years, he didn't care that it was growing dark; the dancing shadows no longer worried him. He had a new confidence that seemed unwarranted, almost foolhardy. Wandering onwards, he boldly stepped out into a small clearing, in the centre of which stood a wooden fort surrounded by a crude, stagnant moat.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Eleven - Hidden Facets) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-25 3 years 10 months ago

Several days passed before work resumed on the moat. The almighty battle had reduced the three friends to their last drop of energy, and left them bruised and battered. For once, it was nice to have Tarok run errands for them. The wizard was grateful for the skilled defence of the fort his friends had managed to muster, and was only sorry that he had not been able to lend a hand. With a wizard on their side, the fight might have been won much more easily.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Ten - The End Nears) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-25 3 years 10 months ago

Doragon returned to work after two tedious days of resting. He was fed up with being injured and wanted to be part of the action once more. Carek and Athena were busy making furniture, and Doragon decided to lend a hand. To a halfling, the kind of furniture you own says a great deal about you. Any man who valued his own comfort enough to buy luxurious, handcrafted tables was clearly someone who you could trust. Humans seemed to spend far too much time collecting vast wealth, and never spent it on a good armchair. What was the point of owning an entire kingdom if you couldn't sit back after a hard day's work and let your cares flow away with a glass of fine wine?

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Nine - The First Test) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-25 3 years 10 months ago

After the excitement of the previous night's celebration feast, none of the group particularly relished the thought of returning to the task before them. They now had a safe wall surrounding their forest home, but much remained to be done over the coming weeks. The tower was the next stage to be built, and it was certainly going to provide a great number of problems.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Eight - A Shelter From the Night) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-25 3 years 10 months ago

The group listened intently while Tarok explained his plan. Carek was not yet convinced. What foolhardy strategy was this wizard proposing? He kept one eye on the hut, half expecting the ogres to storm out at any minute and charge him down, crushing him with their huge, murderous clubs. Carek thought back to that fateful night where he had hidden for hours, rolled up in the shadows as the ogres ran about just inches from his nose. Tarok, unaware of the true danger these creatures presented, spoke freely. He enjoyed being the tactician - it was the role that he always preferred when playing war games as a child.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Seven - Past Moments) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-24 3 years 10 months ago

Doragon collapsed to the ground, his heart pounding heavily. Fortunately, the creature's sharp claws had only just grazed his skin. Without his leather armour, the wound could have been much more serious. He turned to Tarok, and thanked his friend profusely. "One more swipe from that thing and I dare say I would have been in real trouble!" Tarok nodded. A compliment like that gave him a great sense of achievement inside. His magic was becoming truly useful now, and he knew that the group was beginning to depend upon it. All three friends were certainly impressed by Tarok's proficiency, and congratulated the wizard on a magnificent display.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Twenty-Five - A Welcome Explanation) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-25 3 years 10 months ago

All eyes were on Tarok as he stood forward, scarcely able to believe the events that he was about to retell. A nearby flight of steps helped to raise him above the crowd, who were now huddled together, eager to hear the story of their timely redemption. Tarok turned to face his audience. "Ladies and gentlemen, dwarfs, elves, halflings, I have the unparalleled pleasure of introducing to you the great elven mage, Eldoran!" There was an emphatic round of applause and cheering. Eldoran bowed graciously but remained silent, allowing Tarok to continue.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Twenty-Four - Ancient Secrets) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-25 3 years 10 months ago

Tarok could hear the necromancer's footsteps as he paced across the room. Such an ill-conceived hiding place had clearly failed to confuse the powerful sorcerer. Tarok held his breath in an attempt to remain undetected, but Rakrath was far too intelligent to be fooled by such a puny novice. Tarok looked in horror as the cupboard in front of him was wrenched from the floor and hurled the aside, crashing across the room. Rakrath stood directly in front of the young wizard, his bright eyes blazing fiercely, a dark cloak covering most of his face. He stared at the frightened wizard, reaching forward a withered hand, palm upwards. Tarok scrambled to his feet, trying to avoid the necromancer's burning gaze. He could feel it piercing his mind, and penetrating right into his very heart.

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Twenty-Three - A Baited Trap) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-25 3 years 10 months ago

For a few moments, the chamber fell silent. Nobody dared to speak in such a place, and the dwarfs began to make their way back up the steps into the library above. This was one of the greatest elven wizards the mountains had ever known, and his lifeless body lay before them, vulnerable and frail. Tarok stepped solemnly away from the great wizard and turned to his friends. The dwarfs bowed their heads in respect and took off their helmets, looking away from the scene and returning to their work above. "It's a sorry time, Tarok," began Randor, "we have come so close to the one man who might be able to help us and here he is, dead."

Wilderness: Book One - The Forest (Chapter Twenty-Two - The Elven Legacy) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-25 3 years 10 months ago

The jubilant celebration of the slaves was short lived, as the clatter of skeleton warriors grew ever louder outside the mining cavern. Back in the passage, the skeletons heard the rousing cheer and began to speed up to a jog. Carek could hear them coming, their bony feet crashing across the rocky passage floor. He called out to the slaves "As many of you as have strength, break from your chains and join the fight!"

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