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Submitted to Contest #90
Crouched in the forest, a man hides in the dark green brush of the forest, watching his prey. Whispering a prayer to his goddess, he opens his eyes and steadies his bow. Standing to get a better view of the creature in the clearing, he strokes his beard and listens to the rustling of foliage. With his sharp horns and goat’s legs, it is clear that he is not a human man. He is a satyr. But Fendryl is certainly not the merrymaking kind. Not with what’s happened to the world. With his brows furrowed, Roman nose, and sharp jaw; he looke...
Submitted to Contest #91
An oversized book is cradled in the arms of a bespectacled young warlock as he runs down a peaceful hill, made tumultuous by his presence. Eyeing the sprawling city of Larune in the distance, he sweats and looks at the time. 4:50pm already? Lunacy! Poppycock! Boulderdash! The tome seems to glow with protest at the reckless speed of its carrier, the gem on its cover flashing a panicky yellow hue. “Almost there, Grimmy!” He says, in a thick British accent. Sylvano’s robes billow through the air as he begins to cast a ...
An oversized book is cradled in the arms of a bespectacled young warlock as he runs down a peaceful hill, made tumultuous by his presence. Eyeing the sprawling city of Larune in the distance, he sweats and looks at the time. 4:50pm already? Lunacy! Poppycock! Boulderdash! The tome seems to glow with protest at the reckless speed of its carrier, the gem on its cover flashing a panicky yellow hue. “Almost there, Grimmy!” He says, in a thick British accent. Sylvano’s robes billow through the air as he begins to cast a spell...
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