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Cursed Forest (Part III)
“What happened to her?”
Akalt shook his head. “I never heard from her again. She may have perished in the flames, or she escaped elsewhere. Perhaps one day I’ll know.” he took his tankard and poured down what remained of his ale. “I never truly forgave myself for leaving her behind. I know, given the circumstances, there wasn’t much I could do, but still, there’s that fretting feeling. The ‘what if’, you know.”
I nodded. I too had asked myself the same question. What if I’d kept asking around. What if I hadn’t given up. “The truth is, we’ll never know.”
“Exactly.” he agreed. “Which is why we shouldn’t ponder over it all the time. It will only destroy us.”
I too finished my tankard, and I ordered another round of ale. “On me.”
“No, Tiro, I’ll pay mine.”
“I insist, Akalt. If you hadn’t come to me, I would have sat here alo
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Cursed Forest (Part II)
“You haven’t found someone.” Akalt deduced.
I shook my head.
“Then why do you intend to return?”
“I… It’s been five years. I haven’t seen them in all this time and I want to tell them I haven’t given up yet… however if I’m fair with myself… I don’t think I can say that’s still true.”
A sudden weight was set on my shoulders, a bourdon of failure, disappointment and guilt. I wanted to help. I truly did. Now, however, I didn’t even know if I could bring myself to return there.
“Are you all right?”
“No, sir, I’m not.” I faced him. “I don’t even know why I told you this story. It’s the first time I talk about it in more than a year.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “That does sound like you’ve given up.”
“It’s not that simple.” I shook my head. “Indeed, I’ve stopped trying to find someone. There
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Cursed Forest (Part I)
The Magical Forest. It had been five years since I’d wandered in there. Five years since I’d been captivated by its intriguing beauty. I should have returned sooner…
I was at the southern border now, in the last settlement before the vast trees rose from the ground and blotted out the sky with their massive canopies. They were older than this village, older than anything humanity had brought forth.
Pilgrim’s Rest, as the place was called, mostly lived of the travellers who came through here, like myself. The Magical Forest was obviously a popular place for mages. The energy that emanated from it was rumoured to be an experience by itself and for new apprentices, it was a great help to start the training and most returned to relive the experience of increased power. However, few people ventured in there, afraid to be consumed by the power of the forest.
The Mage’s Respite was the only tavern in town, and a big one at that. It could easily house a hundred pe
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Flame (Part VII)
Even here below the arena, I could hear the noisy crowd above. The announcers were having a good time getting them pumped for the upcoming slaughter.
There was sixteen of us, sitting on the benches waiting to be led into the arena. Sturdy iron bars separated us from the entrance area, along with eight heavily armoured guards in our direct sight. There were more in the dungeon, I’d heard.
Most of us wore the same equipment. Leather armour, a simple shield and a short sword. There was one gnome with two simple daggers and two human in iron gear with big longswords, weapons so heavy they couldn’t wield them properly with one hand. Other than that, I was the only human who’d opted for anything else.
There was only one dwarf among us. A bald one with a grey beard and a scar running over his left, blind eye. He wielded an axe, a fancy one too, and a chainmail tunic. Of all of us, he was the only one trying to get some talk going, passing by us all one by one to give us advi
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Flame (Part VI)
We went upstairs and spied on them from behind the windows. Mori had disappeared and the guards had surrounded Azgald and Torch. Whatever they were up to, I didn’t like this in the slightest. I could go and get my bow, kill one, perhaps two of them with the element of surprise and it would be Six of us against eight or seven of them. Those were acceptable odds.
I turned around, but Scarlet stopped me immediately. “Don’t.” she said. “He has a plan.”
I looked back outside. Mori returned from the dungeon with a muzzle and chains. “That doesn’t look like much of a plan to me.”
“Believe me, he does. He always does.”
Torch defended himself. He spat fire all over the place and clawed at everyone who dared to come close, including Azgald. The dwarf shouted, commanded him to stop, but he was wise not to listen. I was proud of the little guy. He scared of just about every dwarf in the courtyard.
Except for the captain. He backed o
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Flame (Part V)
“Thorvald?”
A few days had passed. My skills with the Tansinterran were improving greatly, and She had been fading bit by bit. Now, however, Her presence was very apparent, and it was good to hear her voice again. The strictness was gone and had made room for a bit of worry. She sounded weak too, yet there still was an air of might.
“Thorvald?”
This wasn’t right. The last thing I remembered was going to bed, yet I could feel the wind on my face and smell grass, neither of which were present in the city. Where was I?
“Open your eyes, Thorvald.”
I found it pretty hard to do so, actually. I felt exhausted, for some reason, as if I could slip back into sleep any second. When I did manage, I was overwhelmed by how light it was. This was broad daylight. Ok, now something was most certainly off.
“Relax, Thorvald. It’s hard enough for me as it is.”
It was strange. She spoke to me as if I were Her own son, calm and soothing. Slowly, my
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Flame (Part IV)
“Thorvald?”
A few days had passed. My skills with the Tansinterran were improving greatly, and She had been fading bit by bit. Now, however, Her presence was very apparent, and it was good to hear her voice again. The strictness was gone and had made room for a bit of worry. She sounded weak too, yet there still was an air of might.
“Thorvald?”
This wasn’t right. The last thing I remembered was going to bed, yet I could feel the wind on my face and smell grass, neither of which were present in the city. Where was I?
“Open your eyes, Thorvald.”
I found it pretty hard to do so, actually. I felt exhausted, for some reason, as if I could slip back into sleep any second. When I did manage, I was overwhelmed by how light it was. This was broad daylight. Ok, now something was most certainly off.
“Relax, Thorvald. It’s hard enough for me as it is.”
It was strange. She spoke to me as if I were Her own son, calm and soothing. Slowly, my
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Flame (Part III)
Next morning, someone was furiously knocking at my door. It was as if the person had deemed it a great idea to use it as a drum in a military march. The lamps were in twilight and from my own tiredness I presumed it was early morning. So much for sleeping in.
Still in my shirt, I opened up. It was Scarlet, eyes ecstatic and jumping on the spot as if she’d processed a triple dose of coffee in five minutes. “Torch is awake!”
That’s why she was so pumped! Without inquiring any further, we darted to the cellar. She clutched the key to his cell and the iron door was already open. He lay there on the floor, half conscious of his surrounding, but he was awake.
“Torch?” I called out. He looked up slowly, still under the influence of the dreameater venom, and then growled. I don’t think he recognised me. “Come on, lad. Let’s get you some fresh air.”
He coughed up a little flame in an attempt to hit me, however he wouldn’t be able
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Flame (Part II)
Late at night, I heard knocking on my door. Reluctant, I raised from my bed. I couldn’t remember ever sleeping on a matrass that comfortable… Right, I wouldn’t have remembered that anyway.
I walked down the steep stairs and opened the door. It was Azgald. He looked up a bit confused at me still wearing the blue tunic, the same one I’d worn for dinner, but after such a satisfying meal I’d been too tired to bother doing anything.
“We need to talk.” he said in a low voice and beckoned me to follow him.
The night was strange here. Everything was blanketed by the red hue of the lanterns. It was impressive how they changed colour so gradually, much like the sunset.
He sat down cross legged next to the pond, under the tree. I followed this example and asked : “How is Torch?”
“He’ll be fine.” he smiled faintly. “No need to worry about him. No… We should have far greater problems on our mind right now.” hi
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Flame (Part I)
It was said that the spirit was the purest form of energy. It required no oxygen, no fuel and no external force to drive any living being. Where it gained its energy from was still unclear, but it was commonly accepted by man that when someone passed away, their spirit roamed the world freely, absorbing the energy the living constantly radiated. When they grew powerful enough, they could start a new life.
This was also where proficient mages gathered their power from when they had to recharge in a pinch. Normally, the body was able to regenerate sufficient energy for spellcasting, however if one used more energy than the body could go without, he ran the risk of fainting, even dying or worse : destroying his own soul.
“Oy, look here!”
It was a female voice that awakened me. When I looked up from my sleeping bag, I noticed two small silhouettes in the cave entrance. She was hardly three feet high, wore leather armour much like mine and her slender appearance made her look fr
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Submission
Once upon a time, there was a hunter. A young, fearless man who’s tales were sang by the bards in all surrounding villages. He knew his way around every forest, named the herds and wolf packs himself and could find them any time of the year. It was safe to say he was the best hunter in the northern reaches of the land, if not all of it.
However, what he was most famous, perhaps even notorious for were his ventures into The Hungry Valley. Many brave or foolish souls had disappeared in there. Some had wandered in there, completely lost and unaware of the dangers surrounding them. Others had taken on the challenge for the thrill, the adventure, or to follow in his footsteps. None ever returned.
He knew it like the back of his pocket.
It was there, where most of his tales began. Where he’d shot down the biggest of deer, fought of the most vicious of wolfs and even wrestled with bears. He called it his kingdom, and he’d allow no animal or man to take his territory from him
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Torch (Part VI)
The sky was blue, and the golden rays of the morning sun illuminated the  mountaintops. I woke up wet, covered in dew droplets, still tired from the battle last night. It wasn’t necessarily my body that felt heavy, but my soul was ransacked. That word described pretty well what had happened to it really.
I stretched myself. My muscles weren’t sore for once. As soon as I moved, Torch nuzzled my chest, to verify I was alive, I guess.
“You’re still here?” I looked at him. Physically, he was alright, but he was a mental wreck. The dragoness’ body lay still beyond him. She must have been old. Wingless dragons grew very slowly, and she was at least three, perhaps even four metres to the shoulder. Her lifetime had easily spanned five centuries to have grown that big. The scars on her orange scaled told the tales of many battles, some of them inflicted by beasts, other by men. What a shame, for a creature so old and magnificent to come to an end in such
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Torch (Part V)
Torch was gone when I woke up the following morning. He must have figured he was healthy enough to set out again. A true shame, if I had to be honest. I’d missed company, even if he didn’t respond, or understand anything I said… At least I hadn’t been talking to myself.
His tracks wandered off to the north. I still hadn’t explored there because it was marked with one of those runes, so I went to get the map again. Perhaps there were areas I could go to without encountering whatever it was that was depicted…
Yeah, no. It was the same symbol appearing in multiple valleys, so either it roamed around or there were multiple, which I hoped was not the case.
“Screw it.” I decided. “If Torch went there, I might as well follow him.” So I packed up, brought some food and left.
He was easy enough to track. There weren’t many claws like that around here, especially since I could still tell he was wounded from his tracks. He’d
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Torch (Part IV)
I collapsed upon entering the cave. Too little food, too much effort and my damaged body took the better of me. Even my leg had decided to plague me again. I wasn’t completely knock-out, but far enough away to render my conscious useless.
A few seconds later, I regained control. Even before I got up, I sipped the last bits from my water bag, and then I crawled over to the little waterfall from the ceiling for more. Dammit, this water would substitute dinner tonight.
The drake lay spread out on the ground by the entrance, rolled onto his back. He could make for dinner. No. I didn’t know why, but something felt inherently wrong with that. I’d brought him here to save him, not to eat him. I got up and took the bandages, then went to check on him.
My underwear was ruined. Some blood had even seeped through. I took it off and threw it as far away as I could in frustration. He was still bleeding. I got a fire going as soon as I could. The faint light from outside wasn
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Varjupaik Valley
The big valley on the eastern side of Maakera. My players will be starting the campaign in the city of Varjupaik in the North-East.

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Maakera
So I've been playing a lot of Dungeons and Dragons lately, participating as a player in multiple campaigns, and hosting one myself as the Dungeon Master. That's where all my 'literary talent' goes these days.
Now this is quite something different. It's the world map of Maakera, the world where my new campaign Embers will take place in. It's about 1500 km/950 miles wide, the approximate distance from Amsterdam in the Netherlands to Madrid in Spain.
I'd say this is the first map I'm truly proud off.

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Someone's been playing Dark Souls III.
And I'll be finding myself under the sun for quite a while soon. Exams are over, including the retake, which means I am cleared for Flight Training in Arizona.
Also, I finally finished the Spyro marathon. Since Dawn of the Dragon has coop, I had to play it with a friend of mine.
As for my writings, I'm not producing a lot lately. However, I do have a short story coming up, which a friend of mine is currently proof reading, and after that I will continue on Thorvald's story. Chapter two is almost finished.
I hope you're all having a great time. And remember : 
Praise the Sun!

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I started writing in 2012 for my own pleasure and since then, I've mainly been doing fantasy. Now I think I've reached a level of quality high enough to post on the internet, but you are the judge. Just don't go bashing. Nobody likes that.
Englsh is not my mother tongue. If you encounter an error, please notify me in a civil manner.
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Suh dude
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Suh
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Thanks for llama! :D
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Thank you for the watch ^^
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No need to thank me. I wouldn't want to miss any addition to your gallery.
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