TherholdThe greatest of punishments, it is said, are often given for the slightest of offenses. Perhaps the greatest of these punishments, given for the slightest of offenses, was the curse foisted upon Therhold and its people by the Council of Nine. ~ Serreth BelAuter, HistorianTherhold
Eternal night, starless, moonless, Therhold lies in the grip of a time strangely flowing. The Council of Nine chose well the time in which they called down the curse upon poor Therhold, a time when there was no moon to cast its silvery glow, nor stars twinkling in the sky. In the darkness they performed their foul magicks, punishment for a crime not
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The Juturame stumbled through the snow, weary from battle and a dogged escape. They had been broken and it was the pathetic Southerners, the Sutrame, that had done it. Warlord Darafe had forced the people to flee, yet stubborn as they were, they refused to enter into the Winterlands, where the Sutrame dare not follow. No, instead they skirted the heart, following the edge of the Feyrlin Mountains, intending to bleed off those that dared follow them; instead it was they who were bled off. Darafe had had enough, no longer would he allow the folly continue.
While the band of survivors reste
Dary's TaleDarysabel left for work with no idea on the events that would unfold in the next few hours. Her television was out and her internet had a shaky connection, not that it mattered, news had little bearing on how she spent her time in front of the computer. Due to these events she had not yet heard of the geological anomolies occurring around the world, anomolies that had those in the field of geology baffled.Dary's Tale
She arrived at work to find nothing out of the ordinary, a quiet parking lot featuring the same amount of cars, save one, the car belonging to Jerry, the Geophysicist, was gone, but it had been for a week. "On vacation yet agai
VahThe drow uttered not a sound as Vah’irr’s knife drew a cut along his obsidian flesh. It was fine by Vah, the slice wasn’t meant to hurt in the first place, not a drow at least. Vah took a rag from his belt pouch and slowly began cleaning the blood from his blade. “I do not expect such a scratch will convince you to tell me your secrets,” Vah said in a low, slow voice, still paying attention to his blade, “don’t get me wrong, you will tell me eventually.” Vah examined his work, making sure his blade was clean of blood, before slipping his knife back into its sheath and turning his attention on the restraVah
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Rage
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What humans should really be afraid of... is for humans itself.
--- Gao Xingjian
What if "reason" is an "instinct"?
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Thats not food, thats what happens when circus trains collide!
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Some friendships go deeper than madness or common sense.
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The only thing worse then fighting for what is wrong,
Is not fighting for what is right.
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Some friendships go deeper than madness or common sense.
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