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Tshael, I'm afraid your opening post failed to grab me - it told rather than showed, read passively rather than actively. Aure's first...

*Meep meep*

(With +2 for the AC, please!)

Done. It seems we aren't eligible for the round 2 rewards, as we didn't get far enough in. - Ray

Five years ago, I had the honour of taking charge of the final chapter of the Raiaeran Featured Quest, the Corpse War. I brought an end to the Spring of Retribution Dawning with a climactic battle...

Don’t preach to me of ‘debt’ and ‘sacrifice’, daemon.

Have you ever seen your life poised on the edge of a precipice, peering into the depths of an infinite abyss?

I have.

Have you ever...

The elven onslaught forced the eclipse overhead into retreat, exposing wan sunlight to the world once more. In the mirrors his Fraternity had broken the first Raiaeran charge. But Silmeria sported...

He had experienced such illusions before, his first at the tender age of eight. He had long since learned not to flinch at the nightmare of his own death. But his stoic demeanour belied the pale fear...

Breathe!

He lay on his back, paralysed beneath the dripping blood moon. All around him the chaos raged, the last desperate stand of mortal life against its uncaring, unfeeling aggressor.
...

“I would ask four.”

She blinked, as if surprised, then gestured for him to continue. The cloud in her brow warned him not to push her patience. But he had to know.

“First. You mention five of...

She eyed him in critical regard, the emerald brilliance of her stare now watery and tempered with impending death.

“I will not insult your intelligence, Serpent Tamer, by feeding you the words...

He flinched at her indictment, but her words surprised him not. The case of Ingwe Helyanwe had imprinted upon him the hypocrisy of the high elves and their high-handed treatment of those they deemed...

Stale air stirred amidst the alcove in the far brick wall. Motes of dust, scented with faint cinnamon, coalesced beneath the flickering azure light. At length they settled into the form of Pode, the...

In comparison to mighty Aesphestos, saintly Denebriel, and cunning Xem’zund, the common folk spoke little of the prowess of the Crimson Witch. They realised neither how her potent curses demanded...

With another casual wave of her wrist she materialised in the centre of the chamber, only just beyond the reach of Touma’s blade. In the blink of an eye she had shed her locks of flowing flame and...

But she had no intention of letting him worm his way free of her hook. As capricious as the autumn gale her voice turned cold and sharp again.

“Some also would say that one can only measure a man...

Even before the hinges had finished their creaking protest, he breathed deep of the fresher air. The cramped corridor opened up into a low wide chamber, lifting from his shoulders the weight of...

Heavy stone slammed shut behind him, like the lid on a coffin or the roof on a mausoleum. Touma found himself surrounded by dim motes of must, facing a single straight path downwards into the bowels...

Shadows pooled at his feet, rippling like disturbances in the mirror-like surface of a calm lake. From them emerged the lean, pale form of an elf of indeterminate heritage, clad in robes as black as...

Her guardians, ancient grotesques crafted from enchanted basalt, awaited him at the apex of the monumental staircase. Together they straddled his approach to Pode’s sanctum arcanum, blotting out the...

Don’t preach to me of ‘debt’ and ‘sacrifice’, daemon.

Have you ever seen your life poised on the edge of a precipice, peering into the depths of an infinite abyss?

I have.

Have you...

King to King Seven.

Wiping slick moisture from his forehead, Touma Kamikaji stepped from the mirror-like sheen of his portal. Muggy breaths clung to the inside of his mouth in a film of rancid...

Please allow me emphasise to begin with that this thread need not be considered Althanas canon. This is merely my personal attempt to reconcile the events of the 2015 Adventurer’s Crown with the lore...

She recoiled with enough force to rock him back on the balls of his feet, and to knock over the bamboo flask forgotten at her side. The slow trickle and pungent aroma of spilt barley tea infiltrated...

I'm terribly sorry, Rayleigh. My internet died on me for most of the afternoon, and I couldn't post in time ><.

She recoiled with enough force to rock him back on the balls of his feet, and to...

His fingers drummed a silent staccato on the ebony of his scabbard. A thin veneer of interest masked the cogs of his dispassionate logic as he analyzed her tale. Every nuance, every detail, he filed...

His fingers drummed a silent staccato on the ebony of his scabbard. A thin veneer of interest masked the cogs of his dispassionate logic as he analyzed her tale. Every nuance, every detail, he filed...