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The Dragon SlayerThe Dragon Slayer by thwackcrackers
“King Pharlas is the greatest scourge of our age. His insidious acts and tenacious wartime tactics have more than earned him the seat of his people three times over. He hungers for greater conquests and has set his sights upon Amas. Dimahth’s voice sings in his head, corrupting his mind and subduing his soul to do his bidding. Gods be with all the brave of Amas, for this is not a man that will be defeated so easily.” – Ryn’ver’ayf describing the Ghovian King
The dragonelle foolishly believed herself safe, secluded and protected from the harshness of the Ghovian wasteland. She ignorantly rested in the abandoned mines of the once great Elven Dominion, hoping that the shroud of darkness would shield her activities from the prying eyes of those who would wish her ill will. Now, her blood was staining the ancient tunnels in glistening waves, pouring freely from the open gates of her rended flesh.
About her, four Ghovians mercilessly laid
How do you wish to die?How do you wish to die? by thwackcrackers
For untold days and nights he scoured the desert plain, relinquishing his anger to take the reign.
He searched vigorously until that night he discovered the dragon's lair, brandishing his sword with a deafening blare.
The dragon hissed and its wings would flutter, warning the slayer that he would soon rot in a gutter.
The slayer engaged and his sword did dance, cutting and stabbing into the dragon like a mighty lance.
Blood was spilled and the cave ran red, the mighty dragon fell and forever lay dead.
But the slayer's thirst for blood still yet swelled, his calloused soul would not easily be felled.
Then the hatchling emerged distraught and whimpering, it crept over to its dead mother and slowly began quivering.
The slayer took his perch on the dragon's mighty head, laughing sadistically as he filled the hatchling with painful dread.
"Weep for her and say your goodbye, for I must ask you, how do you wish to die?"
To Hug a DragonJacky and Chris solemnly pushed their way deeper into the eerie vault. The labyrinth of hallways and crevices were littered with the dead of their slain foes: goblin, troll, and bandit alike rent the air with the rotting stench of their decaying bodies. Only the glistening sweat dripping from their brows, and the gleaming shimmer of their swords lit the path to the set of ornate double doors that marked their final destination.To Hug a Dragon by thwackcrackers
Chris, panting profusely, rested himself tiredly against the door, letting his sword rest limply at his side. "Gods dammit, whatever is inside this vault must be pretty damn important for an army to be guarding it."
Jacky stopped not six feet from her companion, nursing a fresh wound which painfully bruised her arm. "It must be pretty important to elicit our attention." Her eyes gleamed as if enthralled in a euphoric trance. "Treasure beyond imagining. Even with splitting the profits we'll be able to buy a country, each."
"Was it worth it?" Chris asked, a rhetor
The Pit Fiend of the NessusGrayson poised himself proudly at the far corner of the circular arena. Pits of lava lined the exterior and the painful harrowing of demons fed through the many corridors leading into the battleground from where he stood. Across from him, his malice-driven, snake-bodied opponent slithered back and forth, eyeing him with those glittering, otherworldly eyes. Even under her soulless gaze, Grayson knew that even mariliths bled; even mariliths could be killed.The Pit Fiend of the Nessus by thwackcrackers
Her six arms hoisted an array of serrated, demonic weapons which vied to cleave, bludgeon, and gut him limb from limb. Her sinuously long and armored snake-like tail slid rather elegantly along the blood stained metal arena floor. Grayson patted himself down, a habitual examination he did before every fight. His obsidian-red plate armor moved with unmatched balance and grace. He smiled to himself, knowing he wasn't sacrificing protection for the sake of agility unlike his rival.
To the side of both combatants sat a mighty throne
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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