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What a waste. Such were his thoughts as he finished one of the last of the feral beasts, crushing its skull in the grasp of merely one of his gargantuan hands. There was fury in his grip, but not toward his now wayward creations. It was toward that winged burning thing. He was filled with rage...

CATACOMBS OF STAGKEEP, THE SPINE ONE WEEK AGO... The thieves were not from the Spine, far less from anywhere remote of Stagkeep. Stagkeep, of course being one of the smaller, but still bountiful holds in the Spine. Named for it's numerous game population, Stagkeep also had a violent and sad...

"... when ∆ activates ¶ then "¶" will activate spells ✓ π ^ € and ¢." Matthias dipped his quill in the inkwell and continued writing in his spellbook. Matthias wasn't chomping at the bit to leave the college, while he'd pumped each individual teacher for information and explored all available...

Not everything was as it should be. Not all had occurred as he had foreseen those ages ago. Were he a lesser creature he might think his memory dulled, but with he, such things were not so. He did not succomb as those of these descended images to such things - he remembered quite vibrantly. And...

I'm bored and just really want to be the bad guy

Strahlvel - The City of Monsters Levat watched from a roof top as the city burned. Beyond the walls Trebuchet still tossed heavy stone and fire urns across the already tumbled walls. Every time a piece of rubble struck the earth itself seemed to shake, a building falling as another fire was...

Villages burn... Why do they burn? Because they have to... Why? To increase our strength... Why do we need strength? To make them see... What do we want them to see? That they were blind all along... The village was all but destroyed... Mere pockets of resistance were all the remained hidden...

Kreyadis trudged along the mountainous dunes as he pulled his heavy travelers cloak tighter around himself, the rays from the sun unwelcome to his ashen skin as every step brought with it an ache unlike any other in the physical proportions. His cold blue eyes held stark contrast to the sky...

I am looking for four to RP with me, The Rule of Seven must be obeyed https://chroniclesrp.net/Folklore/SanLayn From this will stem two immediate threads, the first of which being "The Ritual" as depicted in the poem under the Traits tab, and the, second "Whispers in the Wind" being that...

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Opposite of the heroes journey. A villain doesn't become evil for the sake of evil itself. Every villain has a story, often one that is more in depth, interesting and tragic than the story of the hero. A powerful dark magic user with a grudge against people and established government is slowly...

Allir Reach - Wetlands Saul ripped his blade free, the corpse of the ghoul making a loud squelch sound as the rune marked steel pulled away from the half bloated corpse. Almost as soon as the blade left the body it began to sink into the muck below, the inhuman face contorting as the bog...

Aberrasai Savannah - East Saul stood quietly atop a small hill, his cloak snapping in the gusted breeze, his lips thinning as he watched the Savannah in front of him. To the north he could see the a small line of soldiers coming towards him, to the west he saw nothing but the plains, and...

"How long has it been old friend? How long since we heard their screams? How long since we saw their tears? How long since we felt their terror." The voice seemed to ring in his ear, a sounding call that urged for action. He had heard it before. That voice, that call. It was so familiar, so...