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The Eternal Bond of a Dragon Rider"It's rather shallow." The healer noted, cautiously peeling away Rhilahan's bloody shirt. He meticulously studied the wound along the Ranger's lower back before applying the numbing balm. With nimble fingers, the elderly healer began stitching the torn skin back together. His attention to detail did not falter even among the growing cries of pain in the crowded chapel. Anyone with any sense of medical experience were thrown into the fray helping the wounded and easing the dying's final minutes.The Eternal Bond of a Dragon Rider by thwackcrackers
The past two days brought nothing but death and grief for the people of Eyrarfell. The ongoing conflict with the Gnolls may have dragged the Duchy into three years of bloodshed but never did the peaceful villagers of Eyrarfell believe that the war would march to their doorsteps. Half of the village still burned and many innocents were slaughtered. The healer couldn't help but admire his patient, the man who seemingly appeared out of nowhere with a contingent of rangers to aid
The Dragon Slave of The Basinite Fjords The very air rippled as the leathery whip came whistling down along Shara's exposed midsection. With a cringing thwack the barbed torture tool lashed her belly again and again. Blood sprayed and sapphire scales were rent violently from her flesh, falling onto the hard stone floor in a collective pile. Shara growled away the seething pain that gutted her away but stubbornly refused to whimper. A whimper expressed defeat and in the sadistic eyes of her tormentors, defeat was what they strove to implant within her.The Dragon Slave of The Basinite Fjords by thwackcrackers
A rasping voice dragged Shara away from the nightmare of the whip and into a world full of misery. "That's enough. I wish to speak with it."
Shara's body hurt all over and her head swam with nausea as she turned her neck to see a small, obsidian colored creature approach her. The creature bore a disturbing visage and obsidian ornate armor as black as his skin. He tugged his beard a long while, studying the fruits of his work that lay in a pathetic heap be
The Last Gryphon: The Battle of Bardrilundr(Contains Transformation)The Last Gryphon: The Battle of Bardrilundr by Courier2001
It is said the voices of the dead forever echo through time. That their songs remain lifted through the clouds which dot the sky, prophesying their long-suffering resurrection. It is in the legends how they are heard among the many and through actions how they are remembered among the few. The very deeds of mankind bore upon the fate of the children who long slept in death's slumber.
The blasting trumpets of the Legion marked the morning of winter's solstice, a day which would be remembered by the heroic actions of valiant souls. In that morning, as the trumpets thundered and Sielah rose from the east, General Livia Senusius, along with a gathering of her men, linked their arms and offered prayers to the sun goddess. The bitter cold chilled both the flesh and spirits of the soldiers as their standard was raised among the high walls of Bardrilundr.
General Senusius then gazed out among the fortress' high walls and out into the snow-strewn landscape.
The Red Star TournamentFor months she conclusively applied herself to the rigors of her training exercises. It toned her mind and hardened her form. Weapons responded to her flawlessly and with angelic grace. Upon personal request to her dragon master, O'rus, he shaped her into a brilliant champion. Or so she hoped. The Red Star Tournament stood as the pinnacle of her training. Fighting round after round against her fellow Disciples in what would normally be the test of her strength morphed itself into a test of sheer willpower.The Red Star Tournament by Courier2001
All competed to attain the title of Champion and each disciple bore bruises and scars as testament to that endeavor. Shien, elf of the faelands and disciple to the dragon O'rus, fell in line and earned her bruises. Each round, each fight witnessed by four hundred students and even more dragons, brought with it a fresh swirl of purple and black. A centered smear stretched across Shien's lips as she stood on the underground platform, two blunted katana swords clasped tightly in her bla
FreaksFreaks by wingedhatchling
The day was peaceful, the breeze felt wonderful upon Loss's skin and the berries were sweet to her tongue. The young girl felt a rare sense of blissful contentedness among the berry-bushes. She let the feeling take over her senses, and attempted to push back her memories from half-an-hour before. After all, why let the unpleasant memories of sharp pain and bruising skin ruin the moment? The girl shook her head to throw the memory out and continued feeling her way down rows of blue-berry bushes.
As she walked she considered the horrible stories her aunt and cousins were always telling her about the forest. She snickered at the thought of a monster in the forest, after all how could something dreadful live in a place that smelled so sweet, had the wonderful chorus of birds chirping, contained the taste of berries, and gave her the soft touch of speckled sunlight through such soft leaves? The stories they had told her must have been simply to keep her awake at night and to make her fear t
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