After Dara discovered that the beag sheep had been abducted by a person, our next steps seemed pretty obvious. “So, we just want to follow whatever trail there is to find the missing sheep?” I asked. “I don’t think there’s a trail, Karuk,” Dara observed. “Yeah, this break in the fence is the only thing […]
#18: You’re Not Killing Anybody Today Read More »
The gnomish crowd loved Gin’s music. That was a relief. I always appreciated his talent, but the only real audience he had played for was his goblin tribe, and from what I hear, that didn’t go well. His catchy beats may not suit his kinsman, but they were perfect for these gnomes tearing up the
#17: I Found Us A Job Read More »
Anglachel was an enormous city. I had gone to the Fey Court with my grandmother and it is impressive, but nothing like this! The alicorn I was riding was surrounded by people on either side. There was some sort of outdoor market on either side of the road selling all sorts of various products. I
#14: Out of the Fey Realm (Cont.) Read More »
My family home began to fade before my eyes to be replaced with a bright, white light. I blinked my eyes to attempt to readjust to my new setting. It was pointless because the light was quickly replaced by the interior of a tavern emerging into existence around me. I barely had time to look
#13: Out of the Fey Realm Read More »
“Are you sure it’s not too much, Auntie?” I asked my Auntie Lisel, knowing full well that it was too much. She had dressed me in a three-piece suit with a very loud vest. It was blue and sparkly, which I liked, but not in a stuffy suit. When you have a name like Star,
#12: It’s Refreshing Read More »
My name is Dr. Rowena Zarin, and I am worried about our home. Elven society is wholly built on magic. Our water and temperature control comes from elemental magic. Our public transportation system is dependent on spatial magic. Our entertainment industry heavily relies on illusion magic. All of this could be threatened by the loss
#10: A Letter Concerning the Magic Energy Crisis Read More »
“Praise to Estel, the great goddess of balance. She, that rooted the evils away from our lands and gave our people the ability to thrive,” said the old Shaman, as they waved their spiritual stick above their head, dried jungle fruits hanging off of it. They had long gray hair and human skin the color
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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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