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Jordan Fenix por ShadCarlos3 years ago in Fantasy
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Natalia captured by Anesthetic3 years ago in Other
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Carmen Colt by Doomfest3 years ago in Drawings
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No Road Back Home, part 1The girl's silvery armor looked out of place on the unkempt road. Though she saw, through the light mist, that the badlands and dark forest were behind her, she did not feel at ease as she approached the pastoral fields and homely farms that bordered her destination. There was no traffic on the road. She knew well that the town ahead didn't expect many visitors these days, especially not from the southwest.No Road Back Home, part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The town of Canterwall and its attached lands were some of the most bountiful in the country. The land's fertility was both a blessing and a curse. Its bounty brought riches and a good life in exchange for hard, honest work. The curse was
Full Steam, chapter 1Full Steam, chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marguerite Butler burst into the Hotel's Saloon. She ignored the angry comments of a man she accidentally pushed to the side and looked around desperately for a hiding place. There was none, at least none that she could reach before they caught up with her. Marguerite turned around, watching the swinging doors she had just crossed, half in fear half in defiance, and took from underneath her dress's bodice a heavy wad of bills.
-"I need to reach Boston in less than a week! There will be five thousand dollars for those who help me get there within that time... two thousand now, the rest when we reach Boston!" she said in a high-pitched and des
Jordan Relaxing by JessAlly3 years ago in Fantasy
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White Shadows, Cha 1 Part 2White Shadows, Cha 1 Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The girl fell, gasping for air and contorting in pain, a couple of meters away from the strength of the infernal blow. But her strategy and tactic had paid off.
The Bishop had expected his sudden movement to take the sacred avenger off-guard. He has miscalculated. As the Bishop had pulled her, she had jumped forward, using the inquisitor's own strength for momentum, her sword slashing above her head. The weapon had hit Hedrin in the head, embedding itself on his skull and slicing his brain in two as his fist punched the assassin's chest and sent her away.
If not for Iomedae and her goddess's blessings she might have died too. Thanking both
No Road Back Home, part 2Jordan Fenix.No Road Back Home, part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The name hit a nerve.
How could Norn Hannah Kappel not recognize one of her children, one of the girls she helped bring into the world? Now she could see it clearly. Jordan's features: her emerald eyes and pale skin. They were those of her mother, just finer due to her elven blood. Whereas her mother had been possessed of long, red hair, Jordan had shorter black hair. Nevertheless, she was her mother's daughter; she had the same soft smile. Her ears were pointed and her eyes deep and full of purpose just like her father. She was the same height as her mother, just a bit taller than Hannah herself, but she was athletic and fit
Jordan Fenix by LRCommissions4 years ago in Fantasy
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Five past NineTen past nine. Death was running late. Again.Five past Nine10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Richard stood from the couch with a sigh. Methodically he turned on the lights and then the TV. The same shitty news as the day before began spilling from the box and, ignoring it, Richard moved to the kitchen. He set a pot to boil water. The Earl Grey was always good for waiting.
Twenty past nine and Richard came back to his living room, teapot in one hand, a plate with two cups in the other. The TV was turned off and a man sat on the couch.
"I hope you don't mind, I have seen it all." The man said pointing toward the TV.
"You're late." Richard said ignoring the man's comment as he placed the
4E Jordan by Taclobanon3 years ago in Fantasy
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Memories of Thassilon, part 2Natalia walked for hours through the dark streets and alleys of Korvosa, unaware of where she was heading. She just knew that she needed to stay away from the workshop and the Box.Memories of Thassilon, part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before Natalia realized it, her feet had carried her to the doors of the Academae. Constructed like a castle, the imposing and impregnable thirty foot tall walls concealed not just the building and the students, but a different world from hers.
Except for the Breaching Festival and cursing once in a while about the imps that plague the city, she had put little thought into wondering about this building or those who lived inside. She didn't have the kind of coin t
J01: Decisions of FaithJordan watched the city's gate from her window, her body pushed close to the wall. It was the third time she had done so that day. Another group of soldiers and displaced farmers was returning from the fierce battles with the orcs. As always the temple's priests attended the wounded and helped the others while Jordan observed in secret.J01: Decisions of Faith4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The girl returned to her desk and studies. The vortex of expectations, regrets and righteousness mixing in her heart left Jordan's mouth with a bittersweet taste.
Before she could concentrate again on her studies, someone knocked on her door. She stared at the wood anxiously, filled with excitement and expec
Paved with good IntentionsPaved with good Intentions3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a trap since the beginning. She had felt it, but being among strangers she had not been sure they would have listened to her advice. Besides which, time being of the essence, they could spare no delay due to doubt.
Now standing in the midst of mountains of grain they were surrounded by creatures out of some nightmarish Ustalavian folktale, gaunt, skeletal men; their eyes burning with blue fire and their bodies shrouded in black cloth; armed with wicked scythes of clear keleshite design. A dark fog clouded the air and stole the sound from around them. The creatures' numbers doubled their own.
Jordan found it ironic that she had t
Jordan Fenix for SCIV3 years ago in Female
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Jordan Fenix by Sharby3 years ago in Female
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Winter's SongWinter's Song3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Five years have passed since you died. How could I forget it when it happened on Christmas Eve. We were at a party at your folk's old cabin, a dark and lonely place in the middle of the mountains.
Every year I think I am ready to move on, but every Christmas Eve I hear that song in the air and it's as if I could hear your voice still calling to me. Of course it can't be you… you are dead. We never found your body, yet even when you went missing, I was sure I could hear your voice calling out to me.
That was the first time I heard the song too, and it should have been the last. I heard you singing while playing your violin. It was a sad
Natalia Captured by Taclobanon2 years ago in Sci-Fi
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Mirage by John Becaro3 years ago in Fantasy
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Life in Korvosa, Part 2Life in Korvosa, Part 24 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
surrounded by a great nothingness, the smell of incense and alcohol making me dizzy. Whenever I moan something fresh is brought against my face and then the pain is gone. I can hear voices in the darkness; I search for them to no avail. I can hear something else too, something I easily recognize: the musical sound of silver against silver in the eternal abadarite dance of money changing hands.
"I am sorry, this is not enough".
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The darkness was full of clanking sounds and dry heat. That wasn't what disturbed Natalia. She was used to such sounds, having grow up in the forge. What disturbed her was a certain noise of silver against iron
H - OasisThe group was camping outside an oasis, 3 days north of Katheer. It was not uncommon to see a caravan of merchants or soldiers staying there for the night, the uncommon sight was the leader, a gorgeous osirian lady of noble blood and olive skin, her amber eyes searching with interest both the strange dunes and the different star sky, while her ears listened with intend to the quadiran storyteller.H - Oasis4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Lady Persephone Jepri, noble lady of Sothis and osirionologist. She was far from home searching for an ancient osirian relic, stolen during the times when Quadira had its yoke over her country but lost a few centuries ago when the sheik Avenar’
SubterraneoLa vela se extingue y la oscuridad envuelve a Micael. Desesperado, busca salir a la superficie. Sus manos están adoloridas, por el antebrazo siente pequeñas gotas cayendo, mas no sabe si es la humedad de la pared que se le ha pegado al cuerpo o su propia sangre.Subterraneo3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Continúa avanzando, cada vez más despacio. La fría inmundicia del agua vulnera los tobillos y hace que se tambalee a cada paso. Se ha acostumbrado al olor de las cloacas.
Micael se detiene un instante para escuchar si lo siguen, pero sus oídos solo detectan el rumor del agua a sus pies y el eco de su respiración. Quizás aún no lo han des
Bees - AbejasBees - Abejas4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
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The girl's eyes wandered in half circles, following lazily the dance in front of her. The bees themselves moved slowly, but with the natural grace of two sisters... or two lovers.
Her goddess symbol was the wasp and surely her grandmother, high priestess of Calistria, elven goddess of lust, trickery and vengeance, would chastise her if she found Jiriel contemplating these lesser creatures... still, there was something in the dance that mesmerized her.
Was it the dance or was something else?
Unable to look away the though came half invited, half forced by her own passions, her cheeks burning red as she thought of her, Jezebelle.
M
Life in Korvosa, part 1Life in Korvosa, part 14 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The pain was unbearable.
An agonizing wait filled the space between each new drop falling - my face became a burning sea, each new drop a wave of fire. Held in eternity, I waited for the next wave, dreading that fire, but it never came. Instead, scared and angry screams replaced the laughter to which I had become far too accustomed.
The soft familiar sound of leather boots became too slowly distant and the clamor of steel followed. A metal arm grabbed at me. I made myself small; I tried to move away. But the arm grabbed me anyway. Then I heard the voice and stopped struggling. "By the Vault's Perfect Key, what did those animals do to you?"
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