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Brirabeth: Ep4 - Lair of the flaming breathScroll IV
Lair of the flaming breath
Erion had a strong feeling his final battle was nigh once he heard Lord Rithedir describe Deadeye, the dragon of Mount Scaleburn. He was unsure if he was ready to face the vicious dragon. Erion did not want to sacrifice himself, yet knew he would be looked up to among the peoples of Brirabeth if he succeeded in killing Deadeye. This was the most powerful creature Erion was ever to face, and it was hard for him to acknowledge this. But nevertheless, he had to take the task.
The next morning, the company was leaving Casthor, to head off to Mount Scaleburn and recover the Dragonstone. As they strolled away from the keep, Erion noticed Rithedir on the balcony. “Farewell, Erion!” Rithedir exclaimed. “I pray that you return alive!”
Erion waved back. “Don't worry! I’ll be fine!”
But as Erion said this, he still felt worry. “I mustn't stand down. I mustn’t stand
Brirabeth: Ep3 - Home of the elvesScroll III
Home of the elves
“Wake up, me lads!” Huffey exclaimed, shaking the red blanket over Magon.
Magon sprung up. He woke up to see a dwarf's face and the sunlight from the window. “Tell me Huffey, Why did you have to wake me up this early in the morning?”
“Because I’m a dwarf! What de ye' expect?!” Huffey replied.
Magon let out a long, jolly laugh. "Oh, Huffey."
“Waking others early is natural for us dwarves. However, I do it solely for excitement, other dwarves want gold. Most are jealous of our king anyway!”
“You come up with the best ones, Huffey.” Magon remarked.
"Eh, that's natural too." Huffey said.
Everyone else woke up, and soon, they ate their breakfast and werepreparing their equipment. This was a going to be a long way to go, and there were forces there like no other force the party had faced so far. So they made su
Magical Diary-The Wolf and The Dragon Pt1
THE ONLY THINGS I OWN ARE THIS STORY AND MY OC's
ALL MAGICAL CHARACTERS BELONG TO HANAKO GAMES
WARNING!- This story contains Student/teacher relationship and soft and hard-core yaio (The explicit stuff will be separated in chapters called Chapter *number*-Steamy steam and a warning so the ones who don't like explicit things can skip those chapters.
In America, there is a small village called Vermont, to outsiders the village looks normal and unimportant, however, the ones who know its secrets know better. This is because within the large mountains of Vermont there is a school hidden there. However, the school is not any other normal school. Oh no, it is a magical school! A school that teaches magical children of any species how to control and use their magic, but most importantly the school teaches how to survive in the hidden magical world. The school has been hidden in the mountains of Vermont since the dark ages when magical folk were burnt and killed due to fear. The mountains are
Marriage ProposalMarriage Proposal
“What’s up, Nikki?”
“Would you marry me?”
Max spat out his drink all over the grass he was sitting on, turning slowly at the green haired little girl who had asked him for his hand in marriage. He looked at her with his mouth wide open, and his eyes wide with beads of sweat dripping down his face.
“But…we…we…we’re not even…dating!” Max inadvertently shrieked, with Nikki’s cheeks puffing a little from the laughter she was holding in. Max, realizing what he did, blushed and turned away from Nikki.
“Huh? We share a tent together, we go out on dates in the woods, sometimes kiss and hold hands. I could’ve sworn we were dating this whole time,” Nikki explained once she regained control of her laughter, her face blushing and her eyes getting a faraway look as she remembered all the times the two spent alone together.
“What!? I thought we were j
BurglarCherise was a thief by profession. Or, really, she was officially a freelance artist, but this was only so that she would be able to use as much time for thievery as she just pleased - art hadn’t proved out to be a very lucrative profession for her, personally.
Stealing had started in her childhood: she would steal from store, her parents, her friend’s parents and even places like school and library, simply for the fun and thrill of it - kleptomania, she was later told, and she was then being treated for it. Seemingly it had worked, but when her career as an independent artist hadn’t been quite as easy and luxurious as she had imagined it to be, she had started stealing again for fun, then to get by, and finally in order to buy the luxury items and travels she wanted, but couldn’t otherwise afford.
Having recently moved to a new city in order to bring some change into her life, Cherise had immediately set her eyes on a detached house in a calm neighbourhood. Fas
Walkens: New Home, New Friend~*One week later*~
The week since our mother passed away was hard on us all. We had finally moved to our parents' childhood hometown, the city of Walkens. This was the city we were to stay for the rest of our schooling. After we moved in, our mother's funeral took place, our family and close friends in attendance to give our final farewells and to celebrate her life, a life gone too soon. I still have not gotten over it and only know very little about why she died; a lingering illness. Madeline had a better time coping with the lost and Monica is trying to understand that heaven needed her sooner than expected. Yesterday, our father had just sent in our transcripts and other important things from our old school to our new school, the Walkens City School District. Today we are just spending the day making the old home from the 1970s to a home from 2006.
Our two-story home plus basement and attic was once our mother's childhood home, a taupe
A Micro Aggression...Decided I'd go ahead and make my latest profile addition another upload. I felt as though some things about me needed to be better clarified on my page. Here goes...
On another subject, I am going to speak of what I would normally consider to be a very private, personal matter. I have a same sex orientation, or in the words of modern liberal society, I am “gay.” However, I completely reject the label out of my disdain towards the idea of basing my identity off something like my sexuality. This is just one of the many reasons I take issue with the LGBT institution. I choose to identify as a man, and I am perfectly content with that being the only thing people see when they look at me which is why I don’t go around waving rainbow flags or involve myself with “pride parades.”
And this leads me to discuss yet another part of myself. Yes, I am a Christian. I ascribe to the Christian faith, and try to live my life off the teachings of Paul and Christ.
Strangers.do you ever wonder about the life of a stranger?
when you see them;
really see, not just look
standing there shyly shifting their gaze
away when your eyes meet?
do you ever wonder whether they like ice cream
or which their favorite footbal team is?
if they have kids or if they
have lost someone recently?
do you ever wonder about their scars, both emotional and physical?
what they've been through
and where they're headed?
do you ever wonder whether their life
is better or worse than yours?
do you ever wonder? i do.