The Vicar's Banquet_Forsaken_The Innocent Warrior_The Heart Within The Hoard
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The Vicar's Banquet
Roger groaned as he woke up in a barn after a long day of what his paystub referred to as ‘groundskeeping.’ He blinked and saw a raven nearby, simply watching him. As soon as he stretched, the bird cawed and flew off through the large opening where the barn doors used to be and into the morning sky. His head had been laid on a rough bale of hay so he had to rub his neck to - in a bit of futility - soothe some of his new neck pain.Feeling an alien bit of soft cloth, he could tell something was different: his shirt and overalls had been replaced by silk pajamas and a smoking jacket. He got to hi...
Forsaken
They knew when we laughed.They felt calmer and we felt wonderful. Our ocean's soft water shined playfully, the sun's image danced as the rivers ran. The wind was warm, and I don't know how, but they could even hear us laugh. Sometimes they laughed with us, wondering if we made the ocean look beautiful on purpose.Believe us, we did.Our happiness could make them smile, too. Which caused us more joy.They knew when we cried.They could feel if we tried to hold it back. They knew if it was a tear of joy or if we were sobbing. They tookwww.onedoor.cc a moment, shoot a glare at the grey clouds, and searched for a d...
The Innocent Warrior
Their hand, an unworthy sack of fleshy scum. Each bulbous vein throbbed beneath the partially concealed skin, rough and calloused. She knew those scars were born out of the torment of others rather than this person’s own expense. The material weaved upon their knuckles rubbed against her smooth and innocent cheeks like sandpaper, muffling any thought of crying out. Muffling any thought bar one. The ebony room lit up in a blaze, lights refracting off of the once darkened silhouette. A man, broad and muscled, but nothing significant. His hand moved off her face. The girl took in deep, rattling b...
The Heart Within The Hoard
Another day, another successful loot — at least, for Dewi the Dragon, not so much for the village. As Dewi soared the skies, clutching a bag of gold in his talons, he reflected on the last village he invaded. By invaded, he mostly stole from them, as he hadn’t the heart to pillage and burn, unlike many other dragons of his kind.He hoped he put on a convincing enough performance of a terrifying, fire-breathing dragon – his heart thundered the whole way through. Whatever he did scared the village chief into handing over the hamlet’s riches, so he must’ve made for a proud dragon there.After a pea...