The Onerous Journey_The End of Zelnoss_Necromancy For Beginners_A little chaos
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The Onerous Journey
The Onerous JourneyI had been peregrinating for four days through the western wilderness, and the weather remained unusually mild for this geographical location. This is a cleansing journey to wash away all remnants of my past and my miserable, innumerable failures. Literally everything I ever attempted to accomplish deteriorated—not just a tiny sample of personal inadequacies, but a total fiasco. I loathe every minute particle of my useless existence and abhorrent self, and have elected to stay clear of the human race for the remainder of my paltry quiddity.How deeply do I despise who I am? F...
The End of Zelnoss
For Len it very much seemed like the end. There he was, on the outskirts of Zelnoss, digging his own grave as two thugs were holding him at gunpoint. Him, an orphan thief no more than 10… all because he got “too nosy.” However, he could not help it. His father was murdered and he was just a maker of Bags of Holding. Forced to live on the streets and steal to survive. Asking anyone and everyone if they knew anything about his father… and this time one of the gangs felt he was asking too many questions… he wasn’t even sure if the gang killed his father in the first place… and yet here he was… th...
Necromancy For Beginners
“For matters such as these, I would personally recommend ‘A Beginners’ Guide to Necromancy. Very easy to follow. Great results.” The old woman held out a large, very old looking, book. The black leather cover was cracked in so many places that it rendered the title almost unreadable; the yellowed pages curled around the edges. Mallory stared hard at the old woman and at the large book, not sure whether to accept it. She wanted this to work, but she was still cautious. After all, she was 8 now; she had to act grown up. “How do I know you aren’t tricking me?” She asked accusingly, folding her a...
A little chaos
The dawn tip-toed its way into the sky, fusing the inky blue with bursts of amber and gold. But I was not as smooth as the sunrise and marched rather unceremoniously up the mountainside. As I went, the sweet singing birds burst from their perch in the trees above and flew in search of someplace undisturbed. I didn’t spare them a second glance. Instead, as I wound through the trees, my eyes followed the sky. Where the faint glimmer of the moon still lingered, as if it couldn’t bear to give up the night to the sun’s fierce radiance. Before I reached the top of my trek, I stopped at a break in t...