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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
Shy's Genesis The pulsating miasma of decaying flesh blanketed the battlefield with throbbing waves of potent revulsion. Even for the two seekers, who flattened mock masks over their sensitive noses, it was a gut-wrenching experience the likes of which no content profiteer would voluntarily undergo. Luckily for them, they were hellbent on earning their pay, even if that dictates them to traverse a battlefield matted with blood and gore.Shy's Genesis by Courier2001
Kenroy took lead and scoured the field, not giving second thought of disturbing the dead. He kicked gore fragments over in search of valuables which would earn him his pay. He cursed profusely at their bad luck. For a field littered with dead dragons one might think something of worth would be found. The problem lied with their pause not reacting soon enough. The dragon's bodies already began decaying and avian scavengers voraciously picked at the remains. Their scales, which would normally sell for a pretty penny to black market alchemists and armorers, lost its val
A Pilgrim's RequestA Pilgrim's Request by Courier2001
Our journey against the natural depravity of those who ignorantly deem themselves higher midst their fellow kin is what drove us from our homes in pilgrimage. They berated us, reprimanded our worship, and corralled us like lambs to a slaughter to face the tongues of fire or the constricting embrace of the noose. Fiend Worshipers, they called us. I remember their condescending slurs well but it proved naught.
Our flock gave them what they wanted, a retreat of our influence from their presence. We left the gates at the tip of glistening spears, held strong by the fervent pandemonium of a boisterous crowd. The journey proved dangerous as bandit and animal alike barred their teeth at our advance. Nature whipped us with barbs of frigid rain, blistering heat, and bludgeoning winds.
The heavenly ocean of stars and the ever-watchful presence of our lord poured vigor into our spirits. It was a sword and shield of faith, a renewed wanting to persevere against the waves of setbacks and hear
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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