Sundered World asides- the Scholar and the Wildman by LeSieur, literature
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Sundered World asides- the Scholar and the Wildman
After signing the contract and returning to the inn, Cailan spent a brief while chatting with the centaur barkeep before sticking a mote of courage to the sticking place and venturing up the stairs. Mages often did not like to be disturbed, and ladies did not take entirely kindly to it atimes either. It would probably be best not to ambush her unawares in the midst of her laundry- not least of which because he wasn't entirely certain how many changes of robe she had, and it would not at all do if she was in her skivvies. He knocked, firmly but briefly, in the hopes that she might be receptive to light conversation, but was ready to turn for t
Tower playtest knight lore spinning/jokes by LeSieur, literature
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Tower playtest knight lore spinning/jokes
You must understand, it was quite some time ago. Long enough now that people have changed, drifted on, died, even. The space of years can do many things to a story. At a time, then, that while back, there were differing sects of knights and orders and bands operating as they did; some under the auspice of a noble, some sworn to the king, others in service of a church and faith, still others rampant and roaming as errant hedge warriors without a master. Various walks of life risen to meet the monster, the invader, and the political squabble with martial mettle and metal. Men and women fighting afield. Many of them are with us no more, or have been replaced after injury, or have become someone else. Our own little slice of the woods had a few knights who chose to be christened by the colors of their armor, rather than their house, role, responsibility, or faith, and I served with one of the ten, before she fell away to madness and marauding massacre. These they were, of their day:
A mace for a face conceals a soft place by LeSieur, literature
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A mace for a face conceals a soft place
The knight rides through oceans of plains and grass, mountain and hill, starry night and sunny day, seeming a bulwark of iron astride a courser without cause or inclination change courses. That the seeming golem of looming intent and declaration is not truly an indomitable force, but a man in a shell like a carapace, does not often strike those struck by metal, word, or deed. Less so even still that the dervish of dogma and fount of acts is raw meat and gristle under hard, tough layering, worn down by a scouring of attrition and long rotting scars. More bone than skin should meet the eye if ever the plating was stripped aside, but the gleam o
Melodies strangled- a brief Dragon Age Fanfic by LeSieur, literature
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Melodies strangled- a brief Dragon Age Fanfic
Can you hear the horns, so distant, over the singing in our blood?
The Horde whispers, always whispers, always nightmares and secrets shared in one mind. But their Master sings. To mere men that cannot hear the music in the deep, the music of the spheres beyond the sky, it seems a mere mindless beast- a disaster and a force of nature.
We are Wardens, though. We dream their dreams, and drink their blood, that we may kill them without fear of falling to their taint and evil. We master the corruption inherent to their people.
And here, at the last, as I lay dying, that glorious, wonderful music is gone, and the mind is screaming and reeling i
"Surely, little human," purred the imp of a third my height, "you must know that already."
Why do the spirits want souls?
Long had it been a question that hounded my mind as a scholar of the texts. Something of what was done with them appeared in myth, something of scenarios involving machinations to siphon or steal them, but motive was conjecture as far as I could find. Twas the nature of the creature, the implication ran, did it need a deeper or profound meaning? Duty or drive, they did it all the same.
Yet I could not let it go. I ran the course of studies and summons, over long years. And now this impudent lesser being stood in the cir
To observe him, he was a swarthy, heavily bearded man with a shaved head and sailing earrings, marked by missing fingers, teeth, and a good few dozen tattoos. He wore knives and cooking utensils all over his person, alongside various tools, and a few instruments over his chef's apron and heavy shirts. Although usually hidden by his attire, one of his legs was made completely out of wood, a prosthetic to replace a limb severed long ago. It resembled nothing so much as a doll's leg, carved with surprising intricacy, though stumpish and ill fitted, as though made for someone broader and smaller. His priest could not be seen through the candlelight. "Twere years ago now, lass, afore ya were old enough to widdershins about on yer own, let alone t' drink. The rollin' of decades sits upon it like the 'eavy fog of yestereve's storms abating breaths. In that besquandered day an' time, ol' Jack were nimble, oh aye, Jack were quick, Jack had him his legs an' could get o'ver any ol' mast, let
There once was a queen, mighty, haughty, and foolish, who defeated a fell creature. Legend differs as to what it was. A demon, a dragon, a fae, some manner of demigod or djinn, none now can truly say, although many have ascribed different claims. Whatever it was, it offered her a wish, and she wished.
I wish to remain sharp and skilled, to never flag, and never falter; to fight forever, and never dwindle to age or trickery. I wish to be war incarnate and beautiful.
This barbarian queen fell to the earth, an untarnished battleaxe of strange construction and material forming where she had once stood. Hard, tough, strong in blow and light in h
Terran Tales #12- An Ancient Player by LeSieur, literature
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Terran Tales #12- An Ancient Player
When you Wish me I will be.
So shall be our Covenant.
But all I Am is at your disposal.
And you shall define the who, the what, the why, the how, and the wherewithal of that which I Am.
From before your world, I come, but from neither the Heavens nor Hells, Planes or Abysses, Worlds or Voids, Star or Space or Time. I Am, and so simply it has been, and is, and will be. And neither god nor man nor devil be, but that and all that I Am, along with much that I Am not, is at your service.
And my reward in turn will be this:
I shall at last experience a happier world for my troubles on your behalves, where the many have peace and joy, where th
Terran Tales #12- An Ancient Player by DarthVengeance0325, literature
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Terran Tales #12- An Ancient Player
When you Wish me I will be.
So shall be our Covenant.
But all I Am is at your disposal.
And you shall define the who, the what, the why, the how, and the wherewithal of that which I Am.
From before your world, I come, but from neither the Heavens nor Hells, Planes or Abysses, Worlds or Voids, Star or Space or Time. I Am, and so simply it has been, and is, and will be. And neither god nor man nor devil be, but that and all that I Am, along with much that I Am not, is at your service.
And my reward in turn will be this:
I shall at last experience a happier world for my troubles on your behalves, where the many have peace and joy, where th
(After Desdemona discussion, a fonder goodbye than anticipated even if corrected as to overly-naïve notions,) Cauren returns to the ship and takes the controls herself with nothing more than the desire to fly. No destination, no plans, no thinking- just motion. Singing along, feeling the sound of the music of time and space mingling in the spheres all around and in and beyond her, stars rushing and twinkling and spinning in their own dances as she flits the curtain of the velvet curtain of blacks and blues and boundless color they rest in like diamond, low and strong and sweet in her bones and high and melodic and Aeolian in her ears. An
Writing Breakfast In The Sea by DarthVengeance0325, literature
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Writing Breakfast In The Sea
A moment of inspection in the form of metaphor, idiom, and allusion, if you don't particularly mind. Or if you do, but apologies in such a wise, and the hope that the case does not arise again. Without much further preamble, the brief message to convey.
Spectacle should not be performed at the cost of injuring a story's conveyance or internal logic.
A stain glassed window is often a beautiful thing, crafted to impress with eye catching detail and flow by an artisan, and it's wholly worth appreciating where appropriate.
But a stain glassed window should not be used in a submarine, where any open viewing material embedded in the hull poses a
One would be forgiven, no doubt, for believing that the knight was among the undead, between the sheer degree of physical trauma endured and her eerie, unremitted silence. If, of course, that towering, frightful figure was ever brought low to earth enough to prise off the helmet and reveal the flesh beneath in the first place, to bear witness to the tragedies writ large across it. Or if one chanced a rare glimpse at human endeavors, quite out of character for the seeming spectral hulking helmed horror. Yet there one would have it, in such an instance. Breathing, blinking, perhaps in the discomfited lack of decorum of unconsciousness drooling even, like an injured human, or rather, despite the prodigious bulk, height, and aura, as an injured human. One of better breathing and significantly more heft than most, but human all the same. Exploring that which one must then title a face, it was a thing of tatters and raggedness. Long years had dulled but never hidden the scars from the
Terra Notes: Wedding colors by DarthVengeance0325, literature
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Terra Notes: Wedding colors
Having had the good fortune to survive the annihilation of my fellow archivists by the hunters, I set out to recover what scraps I could of such basic detailing as Outsiders would require to understand the place and mentality of the various Races and regards and customs that they would face in a world such as ours; but I have not had such luck in the search itself as I have had in being alive to do it. What paltry recreations of the material I and my assistants could provide have already been displayed here, there, elsewhere, and yon, but further research into your language has stymied, if not entirely barred, some elements of the works.
It
The ranting of an old man/ old Terra Notes by LeSieur, literature
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The ranting of an old man/ old Terra Notes
Terra Notes: Lots and lots of magical theory stuffed together again
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Size Law Comments on Size Shifting/Shaping/Changing Magic- Notes
As scientists, educated individuals, and/or people of reason, we all know of certain truths to biology. An elephant has denser bones-to-mass than a mouse has, because the elephant's weight and size requires for greater support- if, somehow, you grew a mouse to the proportions of an elephant, the mouse's thinner bone structure would simply cause internal collapse under the pressure. There are extents beyond which a being's makeup will not allow it to be altered, not without severe h
"Take care now, lad. It isn't an ordinary battle you're walking into. Best way I can describe it is... hm. What's an easy read...?
"A golem, son, is a freight train with hands. Might be faster critters, sure, aye. Rabbits. Horses. Your partners sprinting with fear adrenaline and piss down their trousers. But speed isn't what it's made for. It's made as mass and force, and it has plenty of both. Once it starts going, there's not much that's going to stop it beyond its handler or its own volition, so if you possibly have the chance to seize control, by god, do it, boy. It doesn't feel pain. It doesn't feel fear, but you certainly might. You'll