“Are you really trying to tell me you’re The Chosen One, Star Satar?” the orc bartender grumbled back to me. “Yes,” I replied, “And it’s A Chosen One.” “Why would the great Voice of the Ages come into this dingy place looking to play Open Stage Night?” he asked skeptically. “Because no one wants to […]
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This morning I knew something was different. To say I felt groggy would be an understatement. The amount of nausea I felt this morning was like nothing I’d experienced before. It made no sense! I’m an elf; I shouldn’t even get sick! I forced myself to go downstairs to the tavern. I didn’t know what
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“Please, sir.” Toby pleaded with the berry vendor. “I am so hungry and my family is so very poor. Couldn’t you please spare a few berries for me?” I snuck around back and found my way under the berry stand. I began scanning the bottom of the berry baskets above my head to see which
If you ever get the chance to go to the nation of Yokuatsu, do yourself a huge favor and don’t. The ruling class of Yokai has an almost cult-like mentality when it comes to their worship of the Death Lord Quietus. It feels super unsettling. If you ever happen to find yourself in
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“Nice moves,” Aunt Poppy said. “You must have been practicing while I was away.” She raised her short sword to guard her face and torso and backed away from me. “Something like that,” I replied. “Or you’re just getting old.” I rushed towards her and she swiped her blade in my direction. At the last
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“How long does this friggin’ desert go on for?” Gin grumbled. His small, goblin body was not used to the dry heat of Daragon. I was happy to be here. We’d already journeyed through the jungles of Anglachel, the mountains of Ferreira, the marshlands of Kapoor and the rice fields of Yokuatsu. The deserts of
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I thought this time would be different. I thought I’d stumbled into the ideal life. Don’t people always say to “go find yourself a nice farm boy.” That’s what I did. Brent was a sweet, handsome dairy farmer in central Wisconsin. I thought the move to the country would be a nice change of pace.
“No one ever really noticed Tony Wilcox,” Dakota began. “He never played any sports, he never joined any clubs, and he never made any friends. Every day, he would walk to school by himself, eat lunch by himself, and walk back home by himself. He was the definition of a loner.” I was getting pretty
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Every morning Lana Stock wakes up at precisely 7:15 a.m. It takes her 15 minutes to make and consume a fruit and vegetable smoothie for breakfast. She follows this up by taking a seven minute shower, followed by four minutes of cleaning her teeth. She makes sure to floss between every tooth. She spends six