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The landscape was grey. Bleakly and dismally grey in all directions. The sky was grey and overcast, the dirt was an unpleasant brownish grey, the rocks were different shades of grey, the leaves and creepers on the trees were greenish grey, and of course the trees themselves were grey. Even the insects were grey. It was one of the most miserable places Garadun had ever seen. All right, the Blood Marsh around the gate town of Torch was far more dangerous, but here it was utterly depressing. The kind of depression that oozes right down into your soul – and sits there and festers.
But the job was the job, even
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Chameleon House was located in Actual Alley, with a book repair shop on one side and the office of a sage on the other. The unique edifice looked like a narrow, three-storey building similar to a brownstone; with a side-gabled slate roof, light grey stone walls, narrow windows in weirwood frames and a densewood front door. In the middle of the door was a wrought iron chameleon head with a knocker below it.
Even in a city famous for an endless variety of architectural styles, Chameleon House was noteworthy. Not for its outward appearance but for what it was. It was in fact not a brownstone at all but a rare magica
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The cube sat on Garadun’s main table not far from several of his books, some of which were open. His personal library was enlarging all the time; it included texts on a wide variety of subjects. He firmly believed in the old adage that knowledge was power. More than that, knowledge meant survival. Ever since he’d first come to the City of Doors from Earth he’d been learning as much as he could to help him survive.
Shilling was also sitting on the table, occasionally poking at the little cube with her paw. It had been thoroughly washed and now gleamed in the light. After a very careful examinat
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The Sunken Treasure was located in the Clerk’s Ward, in a square half a block from Hull Road. The walls were made from Elysian marble, and from the outside it didn’t look much different from most other inns and festhalls in the city. Sigil’s foul weather had taken its toll on the exterior: it was stained and worn from the city’s sooty air and oily rain. That’s all it ever seemed to do in the Big Doughnut, was rain. Apart from those times when it was drizzling. Now and then it actually wouldn’t rain, which was when the thick, dirty smog usually took over. The sky, when not blocked o
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Ceraline Ambrosia Oceanus was not a morning person. Just ask her lover, Laurewen, or her best pal, Garadun, or any of her good friends. Even ask her mother – not that Ceraline would want you to.
The bed Ceraline shared with Laurewen was the centrepiece of their quarters. It was a huge four-poster affair made from Arborean mahogany, the crossbeams supporting a wine-red velvet canopy. It had a deep feather mattress wrapped in silk sheets, topped with several large pillows and a voluminous bedspread of Elysian golden fox. It was a fabulous place for sleeping or making love, or even just lounging around.
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Garadun woke with a start, jolted awake by the loud whinnying of a horse. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking blearily around the room. From outside the inn came the sound of not one horse but many, as well as the sound of marching feet.
Soldiers were on the move.
The noise had woken Shilling as well and she blinked groggily at him. He gave her a few reassuring strokes and then looked over his shoulder. Emma was still asleep and, contrary to narrative tradition, was not snuggled close with her arm around him. This was real life and the courtesan with a heart of gold was not starting to fall for him.
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Death is only the beginning. So many bad guys have said that line that it’s lost its spooky, foreboding impact and become a cliché. Besides, death wasn’t the beginning in Garadun’s opinion. Reincarnation was the beginning. He should know: been there, done that. And if you’re going to literally start a new life, then you should do it right.
As promised, he took Hsu-Chi to the Jade Peacock and got her a room of her own. The innkeeper didn’t ask questions – it would have been impolite. Not to mention none of his business. Then it was over to Lan Ming’s House of Nood
Suddenly,WerewolvesThis encounter will work in any busy public place, but I've found that it works best in a tavern. This establishment can be completely isolated, such as a way station in the wilderness (especially during bad weather, ala The Thing), or just as easily be in a large city with numerous tall buildings, crowded lanes and dark alleys. I've always found that it works best in a city, since urban areas tend to restrict weapons and armor inside city walls, and the population density increasing the chance for panic and an alarming pandemic of lycanthropy. Such a plague should affect the setting significantly, an event that will be spoken of for hundredsSuddenly,Werewolves in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Neunhauser's SteinNeunhauser's SteinNeunhauser's Stein in Short Stories More Like This
This handsome but burly drinking glass was made in honor of a famed local hero of times past, one Dieter Neunhauser of Landshut, a commoner who distinguished himself in the brutal War of Cantons by discovering that he held the hidden talent of battle rage like the savage berserkers of old. After the war Dieter was presented with a valuable glass stein by the town brew master for saving his two sons, the sides emblazoned with the family crest, a rampant bear protecting the town walls. Unfortunately, Dieter's berserker rage also manifested when he drank heavily, and for a war hero the drinks came fast and free. One night a p
Blood of Kings, Prologue (RD)Blood of Kings, Prologue (RD) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leoni dismounted from Rivan’s saddle and sauntered to the circle of grey stones. Seven of them stood tall in a circular form, each with Rune’s cast into them. The Runes were even too old for Leoni to read, from the dead language. She wondered if Neela would be able to make them out. Neela had always had a talent with Runes.
Inside the circle three other woman waited. One was an elderly woman with long black hair and fading silvery amber eyes. The woman was over ten times Leoni’s age. She was the Crone, the High- Priestess of the Wayward God. She had a dozen other titles, all of them well earned, Leoni knew this, but
Elf Concepts -Looking for Critique-One of my many loves in life are elves. Lately I've really been getting back into the whole concept of them, as shown by my last picture. So I decided I want to put my own personal ideas into them, then maybe eventually work on some kind of plot and create a comic or something. So here's the elves I could think of from the top of my head, please feel free to remind me if I missed any.Elf Concepts -Looking for Critique- in Sketches More Like This
Wood Elves/Forest Elves
These elves are known for their superior abilities to create things using the most simple tools. They usually have brown or red hair and tanner skin. Their bodies are usually thinner than most elves and they have the longest ears of all the elves, adapted to move swiftly through the forest. Seeing a Woodland elf is usually rare as they tend to keep to themselves, but if seen they will not respond in a negative manner.
One Who Masters Magic: Ch. 23One Who Masters Magic: Ch. 23 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Taste of the Immortal
Is the Mortal Realm all that there is? No, of course not. When the gods wanted to create us mortals, the only way to do so was to imbue us with a piece of themselves. That piece became our immortal soul and that, like the gods themselves, endures for all eternity. But where does that soul go after our deaths? It goes to a plane within the Immortal Realm where the gods themselves either watch over and protect or ignore and abandon us.
— Archpriest Gallenicas of Salervurg
He was back home. It was not Bronwyn's house in Kubei nor was it Fitno's house, but home. It was the house he had grown up in, the house his p
The Power of the ScorpionThe Power of the ScorpionThe Power of the Scorpion in Short Stories More Like This
This was the time of the night Aralynn loved. The bright desert sun had long since set in the west. Above her, the clear black night sky glittered with thousands of stars and a low dusky moon hung on the horizon. Beneath her, the warm comforting sand slowly cooled as it coursed through her bare elf feet.
Aralynn's tall lithe sand elf figure stood proudly upright against the constant desert breeze. Her light olive colored skin goose bumped due to the coolness and in anticipation of her upcoming mission. Her long tightly bound dark brown hair blew about in the constant breeze. The elf's sl
.:~Celestial SeeU Model Contest~:. UPDATE.:~Celestial SeeU Model Contest~:. UPDATE in Profiles More Like This
I've been thinking a lot about what to spend my points on...and I think I've got it figured out.
I want to hold a small contest...nothing too big I would think.
A lot of you know how big of a SeeU fan I am, sooo...
this is going to be a SeeU Model Making contest!
I don't own the art that I'm going to present...just a heads up.
That's also another reason why I'll just be posting the image on here, from my scraps.RULES
1. Do not complain if I don't think your model is the best or that great.
2. Do not post your model for download until after the contest is over.
3. The winning model cannot be posted for download unless I allow it.
Twisted Tales: RapunzelTwisted Tales: Rapunzel in Short Stories More Like This
Long, long ago, in a small village, lived a carpenter and his wife. They have been married for many years but they did not have any children, and prayed that they would have one someday.
One day, when the carpenter's wife was sweeping the backyard, she caught sight of the vegetable garden next door and was amazed to see a lush greenery of rapunzel cabbages. She was soon overwhelmed with a craving so strong that she could not think of any other food but that.
The carpenter was at odds. He knew that the vegetable garden belonged to the famous village sorceress who was known to be cunning and powerful, and no one dared cross her. But his wife