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It was not an empty lake. Their scent drew Malachi's attention, his nostrils flaring as he sifted through the air. Then, it was the crack of twigs and the sound of grit and sand underneath the weight of leather boots—the call of a feminine voice, weary but focused. A thick brow rose, citrine...

Malachi sifted through the air, smelling the rotten stench of death with that copper tang of blood. However, with it came an undercurrent of miasma that spoke of something rotting with dark magic—ancient, primal, oozing thick like a festering cesspool. It wasn’t the only thing he could smell...

The stiff gales would only pick up, sending the wind into a haunting and chilling resonance equally as ethereal as it was terrifying. But with the bursts of icy wind would come the sanguine scent familiar to the Nordenfiir. Blood and meat. Thick. Fresh. The metallic tang strong within the...

E R E T J V A * T U N D R A Djævelens hul The old, scraggled-toothed man had given the directions to those seeking coin. The path was treacherous, the trek riddled with wild beasts and unknown dangers. A lost, forgotten trail to the icy maw of Djævelens, it was at least a seven days ride from...

LovesickSiren If you are open to a slow thread, I've really would like to get this one out and about and build some character dev.

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Oh, for sure, the boy was in a world of hurt. The writhing on the ground and the guttural, beastly growl only confirmed that. What made the whole scenario turn into a 'what the hell?' sort of situation was when instead of answering, there was the literal shift of bones underneath the boy's grimy...

Lorinna Astarel Stupid is as stupid does. Malachi didn't have a lick of sense when it came to trying to defend himself. Survival was his end game. Not that his undeveloped body and magic did anything to assist in the matter. His kind were dependent on lore. On a specific set of...

The trouble with Gnolls is that they rarely come in pairs, more like a horde. They were pesky creatures, quick to attack in a pack of three to five, sometimes even more, depending on the desperation and the type of shiny object that had gathered their fancy. From the bushes behind Malachi...

The boy's chest rose and fell with increasing heaves, gangly limbs scurrying him back, bare fingers clawing on the dirt. Sure, the woman's tone of voice may not have conveyed the sort of anger Malachi typically heard edge village guard's voices, but there was a distinct level of command there...

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For once, the boy was so distracted from the confusion and strangeness of his situation and surroundings that his senses managed to miss until the last second that there was another being close by. By then, the boisterous shout followed by the towering presence of the woman in the distance made...

Somewhere near the Allir Stone Portal... This is different. The boy gave his grubby fingers a wiggle, confusion etching its way over his bruised and grimy face. Thick, dark brows gave a quick furrow in a tight, deep vee, his attention turning to pan at his verdant surroundings. Where is...

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