Drow w-unusual jobs TimekeeperThrough dark and winding tunnels, behind secret doors and over dangerous traps there is a gate.
The gate is made of ancient wood. Solid iron hinges secure it to the rock wall. There is a smaller set of doors within this gate, through these smaller doors most beings enter for trade and slavery. Through these doors a fortress of towers and walls creates a corridor one must pass through. Guards stand at every nook ready to challenge any who dare attempt to trick them.
Once one passes the guards and stands on the clearing they are met with a most incredible sight. Beneath a glittering ceiling of red crystal there is a city. This is no ordinary underground city, this is a Drow city. Like a foul claw rising from the earth trying to smash the ceiling there is a castle set in the middle of this city. It is the first thing new visitors gaze upon. It is terrifying, catapults and archer towers jut out at menacing angles from its dark stone walls. It is designed to show the power of the Drow, and
LeatheredTake care of us, we’ll take care of you.Leathered3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You never knew your great-granddaddy, but we did. We watched the sunset from his stirrups as the Panhandle dust turned the sky blood red and the herd moaned its way to sleep. We felt the rain as he went after stragglers, and his pony never once pitched him while we were there.
Your daddy used to shove wadded-up pages from the Avalanche-Journal into our toes so we’d fit, then we’d clop off with him to gun down imaginary Injuns or lasso bobcats disguised as mesquite logs. One day, all too soon, he didn’t need the newspaper anymore. Phantom indians gave way to dance halls and drive-ins. We scuffed a hay-covered floor nervously during that first kiss with your mama. Not so long after, we paced a tiled floor as you gave your first cry.
Your daddy’s gone now. He took care of you best he could. He left us to you. We’ll push the gas on your hybrid car just as steady as we held on to those stirrups.
Haldirs choice Part 2Haldir walked, his muscles bulging under the weight of his unfair burden. His long dark auburn hair waved in the cool morning breeze crossing before his dark brown eyes. His thin yet powerful young frame carried him forward as he followed the others as they trekked through the forest.Haldirs choice Part 26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Only a few hours' earlier Goblin raiders had attacked the town of Camden. Now a motley band of villagers armed with what weapons they could find marched behind the prefect, head of the town guard, to seek revenge against the Goblins. Because of reasons known only to the prefect Haldir was forced to march at the back doing the most menial, and difficult jobs of the march, watching the horses and carrying the baggage.
The group followed the dirty footprints and damaged underbrush left by the Goblins, the tracks were not hard to follow and went in a winding path deeper into the forest always heading in the same north easterly direction, the Goblins didn't seem to be very clever. But the march was slow going
Weathering WoodsBIG MYSTERY IN SMALL TOWNWeathering Woods9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The town of Weathering has recently witnessed some strange events, beginning with the death of Melissa Carter, a local student of Big Bridge High School, that devastated students and teachers alike. Her body was found in the woods east of town, with multiple bruises and cuts on her arms and legs. Her throat had been slashed and her blood drained, making concerned parents wonder, is Weathering still a safe place to call home?
Not only that, but cats and dogs seem to be disappearing from households across town. Their corpses have all been found around a week after their disappearance in the same woods in which the police discovered Miss Carter’s body.
“We are still looking into this,” says police chief Allan Sanders. “Our top priority is the safety of our citizens and their children, and we will not stop until the perpetrators—
A hand slashes across the newspaper, crumpling it onto the table. The grease from my pizza seeps into the
Haldirs Choice Part 1The great wooden ship slowly sailed out of the morning fog. It's large white sails rippling softly in the morning breeze. A small ray of sunshine broke through the fog to light the deck and the few people out hauling lines, cleaning the deck or preparing breakfast. A woman in thick brown robes sat upon the bow, peering through the thinning fog. In her arms she held a small baby boy, his curious gaze taking in everything about him in silent contemplation. She looked down into her baby's eyes and smiled a motherly smile, her piercing blue eyes immediately drawing the baby's attention. "Haldir my son, welcome to the blessed continent, your new home."Haldirs Choice Part 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
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Haldir, the young man of fifteen, walked quietly beside the preacher, his hands in his pockets as he slowly shuffled along. His dark blue eyes gazing into nothingness on this dark and dreary day that promised rain, once the fall sun decided to finish rising. The preacher was saying something comforting no doubt. But Haldir was not liste
HowlTHE GIRLHowl9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the porch, she felt safer. The warm light high on the wall, next to the rocking chair that was cradling her seemed to tell her so, with its golden reassurance.
Imustnotthinkthat, she repeated in her head, pressing her eyelids shut. Daddy will be good, hepromisedhepromised. She'll be all right.
She hugged her legs as a scream and a bark came from inside the house, making her flinch. Daddy?
"Daddy?" she called out, already forgetting that he had asked her not to make noise. The silence extended until she could no longer stand it. She stepped down from the rocking chair and went inside the house, walking slowly, her steps and breath on a single beat.
The living room door swung open, her daddy coming out of it and hurrying to close it back with a gasp once he saw her; he didn't want her to see, even she understood that. He's scared. "Daddy, are you okay?"
He sighed. "Yes, sweetie, I'm fine."
"But - but I heard you scream..."
SnaredDeath came in many forms. His was going to be a human.Snared3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oh, Warren, what a sorry excuse for a wood nymph you are, he scolded himself miserably. Can't even take a simple walk without getting captured!
Warren shifted uncomfortably in the rope trap that hung from a tree limb, rocking gently in the night breeze. It had probably been meant for something bigger than him, but that didn't help him in the slightest. The openings between the patterns of rope were only big enough to get a limb out at a time, if he was lucky.
Slumping against at the bottom of the bag-like trap, he buried his face in his hands. He was surely as good as dead. From what he gathered, humans were merciless, especially toward things they didn't understand very well. A wood nymph wouldn't be an exception. A human wouldn't lay a trap without checking it later. It was only a matter of time. To make the situation more helpless, he was quite a distance from home. No help would be coming.
Trembling, he checked on