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Eardwulf of Evermore: A Stranger from Above
Eardwulf Ragwww.onedoor.ccnarson was considered very odd for an ogre. He was a capable warrior and a gifted axe fighter, but preferred the telling of tales and the singing of songs to battle. He loved the small creatures and was often seen in the company of elves. While the Ogres as a people had been at peace with the elves for centuries, they still didn’t trust them, much less one of their own kind who liked them. It was this shunning that led to Eardwulf coming to live in Evermore. Away from the negativity of his ogrish peers, Eardwulf thrived. He rose to the rank of garrison commander, all respected his ...
Wethersby’s Wakening
Sir John Wethersby, for the life of him, could not recall which town he was in, nor in what quaint innkeeper’s room he had suddenly awakened. The last thing he could recall, was hearing the distant mewing of a spectral cat, after partaking of a particularly bland bowl of porridge, and a rather unsavory piece of stale mutton. But why could he not recall anything from even a few days past? Sir John, managed to get dressed, in a quite stylish set of breeches and long tail coat, previously unfamiliar to him. He made his way down the rickety, uneven steps of the narrow oaken staircase, which...
Two in one
There was this place, couldn't even believe it exists and I was so glad to be here. It is so rare that places leave a deep impact on you. I looked around to look at them. They all were dressed in unusual outfits with no resemblance to human outfits. They were cartoonish I was able to identify all of the characters but not their real faces. I still remember I was wearing a pink floral frock with hair tied in a plait.I grew so fond of that place that I left all my friends and started running to see more, to admire more, and to feel more. They all yelled but I could hear only my heart which asked...
Chaos unfolds in mysterious ways
He sat on the pearlescent ground below him, one knee propped while his arm rested atop. He was contemplating - glaring through his furrowed brow at the two paths that lied ahead of him. For which each path had its balance of consequences that were unbeknownst to man. The scowl plaguing over the dark-haired heir's marble face was rightfully placed, he hadn't known why or how he had ended up in this predicament. 'Two doors,' he thought to himself, "What are the consequences that will greet me...' His black eyes closed swiftly, exhaling before standing to his feet. The man bit at the inside of h...