Kaia Lolan Rodrigo Tigala Zef adventure daegal fantasy magic snow
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Apr. 26, 2019 - 6:09 AM
The sun still hadn't created itself over the hills of the new land, and the colony lay dark and silent. Rodrigo sat in a chair with his feet up on a mahogany wooden desk with glasses on and an ope . . .
Apr. 20, 2019 - 8:29 PM
The bobcat faced Beastfolk saw my face and stomped out of the hut, like a lion defending its kill. She had a fresh bandage on an arm and some kind of salve on the wound across her face.
She stared si . . .
In a fantasy world, war rages as land runs out. Elves, Dwarves, Humans, and countless other people groups fight for control of the limited space they have. When a land mass suddenly appears out of no . . .
Apr. 18, 2019 - 8:55 AM
I stared at him, studying his face, trying to determine if I was crazy or not. Here he was, a half-Human Elf living among the Elves all this time. No wonder he wore the hood. I bet they would exile hi . . .
Apr. 17, 2019 - 6:12 AM
My eyes opened to a bright light in various shades of green. The leaves all around me filtered the light and created dancing shadows across my face. Chipry tweeted incessantly in my ear, the way birds . . .
Apr. 8, 2019 - 8:13 AM
Rodrigo finished his speech explaining a communal map in the tavern behind him and then headed into the tavern with the others.
I watched the crowd below condense back into its tightly knit segregate . . .
The massive tiger lunged at me in the middle of the town square as groups of various other races watched. Not one stepped in to protect me, a child, from this Beastfolk warrior. I ran around the far s . . .
Apr. 8, 2019 - 8:12 AM
7 years later...
"Welcome to the new land." The captain's voice was barely audible over all of the chatter. "Now get off my boat, ya filthy lot." He let out a hearty chuckle to . . .
Mar. 22, 2019 - 6:19 AM
Father emerged from the forest with a burden slung over one shoulder. His bow clung to the other with a quiver of arrows resting somewhat between the too. He walked up to our camp still careful not to . . .