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Submitted to Contest #294
Not much is known of the Leviathan race beside the fact that they are proud. Each creature adorns the banner of their den, in the form of a species of seaweed associated with each, bound together to make cape-like garments. At first, it was believed that they had become accidentally ensnared, but as more sightings of the creatures were marked and the phenomena remained consistent, new theories blossomed. Now, we believe that the seaweed represents either families or regions, and it appears that each group has relations with one another ...
“Pour another for the Oaken Dagger!” The mead flows freely into glasses held by dirt and blood soaked hands. No one bothered to clean up before arriving lest the merriment of the air subside. If they had instead made the trek to Rosa’s, she would have surely made them wash off, but there are plenty of glasses and barrels with the last shipment of supplies at the campsite. The King, optimistic about the outcome of the battle, made sure to send his men plenty of means to celebrate. The eyes of a few of the men bugged upon seeing the ...
Submitted to Contest #292
The heart of the forest was not easily accessed; the path was not clean or level, and the whispers on the wind that carried secrets long forgotten were often mistaken as ominous warnings to the untrained ear. Humans were taught to learn histories in order to refrain from repeating them, but not so often were they told to remember the beauty that laid in the past. This is why the wooded trove of magic was inhabited only by beings who were old enough to recall and honor how enchantment had made everything as it was.But a handful of humans who ...
Submitted to Contest #52
Waiting in the neat, bright room that they had provided for him somehow felt worse than waiting in the decrepit cell before the final day of his trial months prior. That dark, small space outfitted with barely rusted bars and cold, damp floors hadn’t felt nearly as terrifying as this room where he was now planted in a corner with his knees firmly against his chest. Likely, it was only the implication of what was to come next that terrified him so, and not the vase of yellow roses. Back then in that cell, he had thought he would only be going...
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