Trial by Fire_Mystical Lands of Zilder_Haru and the Painted Desert._The Wooden Palace
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Trial by Fire
Fire.Smoke.Ashes.They neared the Great Divide, each step heavier than the last. The notion that maybe they had left too late, and that they would never step foot through the gateway swam around in his mind, but Andrei pushed it away, struggling to keep hope alive through the damp washcloth draped over his nose and mouth. The sounds of an active war zone surrounding him and his heavily pregnant wife, Oleksandra, jolted the rocks underneath their feet as the bombs rained from the sky. He and Olek had come to the West about five semigens ago to escape the Fall of the East. Neither had dreamt that...
Mystical Lands of Zilder
Game startYou are in a car. Look at car. It is a sedan, quite clean. There's an air freshener shaped like a pine tree hanging from the rear-view mirror. Take air freshener. You take air freshener. Smell air freshener. It smells like pine trees.Turn on radio. You turn on the radio and fiddle through the stations. There's country, rock, pop, and the weather. Listen to the weather. The forecaster says its going to be sunny.Roll down window. You roll down window. Look out window. It's not sunny. There's huge clouds amassed over a large mansion. Look at mansion. It's big, and menacing, and has a bi...
Haru and the Painted Desert.
The desert sands blew up into the air as the wind swirled around her, nothing but red rock and dust. There was a storm every other day, and she hated the sand seeping into her mouth, ears and nose. It was torture. The winds kicked up again, a wave of wind and sand coming at her. She could see the silhouettes of transparent soldiers that charged at her in the wind. She www.onedoor.ccknelt there with her staff, her hair in knotted dreads upon her scalp stained a dusty sienna from the red dirt around her. "This is my Desert..." she muttered. She stood in her tattered clothes and screamed, "THIS IS MY DESERT!" ...
The Wooden Palace
Alara was sitting amongst a flurry of butterflies, they circled in a spiral around her like a shoal of fish. She was getting stronger. Her eyes were closed, lined with concentration. Her mind was focused, inhabiting all of their minds—her arms disappearing into paper-thin wings.If she could just keep the swirl flowing for a few more minutes—it could be her longest swirl yet. The whispers in the forest began encouraging her. She hadn’t seen them yet. Who were they?She couldn't help it; she peeked. Nobody there. Curiosity had broken the flow. The butterflies started to disperse into the forest. ...