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Odanda, Reapak The First Dreamer woke with a yawn. "Feels like I've slept a month!" He stood, stretched, and was immediately struck by the overwhelming cloud of gloominess residing inside his skull. "M'lady? What's wrong?" Odanda did not respond. The First Dreamer looked over at the other...

Now, I am both sad and angry at this announcement, but I gotta admit that that is pretty damn funny.

Odanda, Reapak By the time night fell, the army had been safely moved out of the acropolis and into the countryside, and the nobles and councilmen had been mollified. Now, only Swalsby and the First Dreamer remained within city walls, working out the finer details of the alliance with the...

Odanda, Reapak The gates were open before midday. The army of Mortmire was in disarray, some in the settlement, other strewn across the path up the mountain and into Reapak, and even a couple hundred hundred within the city itself. Inside of the walls, for the first time in centuries, there...

Odanda, Outskirts of Reapak "Civilization!" The First Dreamer flung himself down on the bed, then turned around to grin at the knight he was rooming with. "Civilization! Real, actual civilization! And real, actual beds! Civilization!" The knight gave him a tired smile. "Yes, sir...

James, hunched over in a crooked wooden seat hidden in the shadow, tentatively raised his hands. The Fae looked over his glasses at him for a couple of seconds too long, then sighed and waved his hand vaguely in James' direction. "Yes. You. The fellow in the back. Jon or Jim or whoever."...

Regret to say I'll be pulling out. I've realized that a third RP, mixed with my laziness, is really not a good idea. So consider my sheet null and void. Sorry.

Odanda, The Sunderspire Mountains "The troops have been diverted, my lady," said Swalsby. They were sitting in a replica of the throne room in Harrowgate. Swalsby's throne had been replaced with one much grander, upon which the Whisperer sat. Swalsby knelt before her. "I fear how the Spirites...

James hesitated. The goblin sounded sincere... "What do you want me to do?" The leader of the goblins clapped his hands and squealed happily. "Yessis, much much goodlike, yessis indeed!" One of the goblins reached within the folds of his robe and pulled out a glowing blue sphere. "Takesie...

Waaaaiiit... Okay, blaah de blaah, everyone involved in this story is an idiot, sure. But let's focus in on the parents, shall we? Ignoring the dumbass comments about Minecraft, I do believe it is safe to say these are some of the worst people ever to have existed. Why? Because they let their...

Odanda, Border of Mortmire The First Dreamer was getting worried. The Lady hadn't spoken in hours, and she remain stubbornly silent when he called out to her. Now the sun was down and the group was bedding down for the night. The First Dreamer had forgotten what it was like to sleep without...

Edits have been made, betterment has taken place. Thanks for suggesting 'malice,' by the way. Maliciousness is really awkward, but I couldn't think of anything better. And I get the issue with prosperity. It has been changed to something more suitable though possibly also a poor choice.

Gone get in on dat godgame action.

"Crulk... James. James, Jim, can I call you Jim?" James fidgeted with the table. "Don't call me Jim." The landlord sighed. "James, you need to get a job." James glared up at him. The landlord was a painfully earnest middle-aged fae with a paunch and too many ears. He had aspirations of...

Odanda, Mortmire "Why are we doing this again?" Odanda sighed. "Because, you idiot, I can't just stay in Mortmire forever. You don't realize it, but there are other beings like me out there, and they grow stronger with every passing moment. We can't have them getting the upper hand, now...