Adventure
When a Princess Sees Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Princess Kiara was surprised by how calm she felt as she viewed Hostile Valley from horseback. Her thoughts overtook her as the sound of her horse’s hooves pounded as she galloped across the field. It was hard for her to comprehend all the changes she observed. She remembered luscious green fields, but they had become blackened acres of scorched earth for as far as the eye could see. What were once beautiful stone houses were now piles of rubble and sorrow. The clear rivers flowing as melted mountain snow now lay murky with mud and the remains of fallen men and the occasional dragon. She could not help but scrunch her nose. The air smelled like death and despair which caused her to well up with tears. Sir Roger, the knight that led her convoy, rode alongside her to survey the valley. They both slowed down to a trot. Behind them, an entire betrothal convoy road on horses and wagons. The rest of their entourage was made up of soldiers on horseback, cooks, spice maids, squires, a blacksmith, Donia the nurse, and Windredge, Kiara’s old wet nurse. There was also Sir Edwin, the knight designated to be second in command after Sir Roger. Altogether, they accounted for a little over a hundred people.
By R.L.K. Crouse4 years ago in Fiction
The Instruments of The Dassin
"There weren’t always dragons in the valley." Azil said to Uray as he adjusted his tagulmust (1), almost blending into the blue darkness of the cold desert night. The evening embraced them both as it used to cradle their ancestors before them.
By Eerie & Moncef4 years ago in Fiction
The Septovices Mission
The Septovices Mission 37th Kynespring 241.3 Chapter 1: Cometh the hour Silence filled the air of the Ikarian war room as strands of red evening sun illuminated the varnished floor. In the centre of the room sat a gargantuan war table awash with paperwork which made the intricate world map painted on its surface barely visible. Nestled beside the table was the famous yet almost decrepit naval hero. The years of cigars and brandy were apparent in the gentleman’s voice as the half-choked wisp of a voice drifted across the silent chamber from Commodore Wulfbacker. ‘Congratulations Midshipman.. cough cough’. Opposite, a young cadet officer with sand coloured hair tied neatly at the back of his head, was obediently stood to attention before the commodore. He wore an untarnished, deep blue officer’s uniform with white breeches and stockings. He wore the ‘Kingsman’ ribbon on his lapel denoting his excellency throughout his recent training. Lord Yorik Wulfbacker however was an aged man, yet a formidable naval commander - with one arm amputated below his left elbow sporting a small brass ring in place of a hand, which he smoked with. ‘Thank you, sir’ the midshipman replied sternly, masquerading his nervous enthusiasm. A leather satchel containing his few belongings hung diagonally from his shoulder, underneath which he clutched his black bicorn naval hat in veneration of the aged sea bear before him. This man’s name was Leo Meridias. He held the bound edict papers he had been handed with an equal reverence.
By Kevin Tomas4 years ago in Fiction
Thai And The Golden Dragon Token
There weren’t always dragons in the valley... When Thai was a boy he lived in a cabin near the village. Back then it was a quiet and peaceful place. One day when he was playing alone, which he often did being an only child, he wondered into the dark forest that was near to his home. He didn’t know that it was forbidden to man. He walked further into the dark foggy forest. He glanced to his side he jumped back from fear! He saw giant skeletons hanging in the trees. Taking a deep breath he walked further and found an abandoned camp. He went into the camp and saw skeletons scattered everywhere side by side. He was very nervous at this point! He walked further into the camp. Then he heard a strange whispering sound in the distance. He was trying to hear what it was saying when his attention was drawn to his mother’s voice calling him back home. He turned and ran home! He did not realize that his curiosity would one day drastically change his life and all of life in the peaceful valley.
By Rachael Parnis4 years ago in Fiction
The Septovices Mission
The Septovices Mission 37th Kynespring 241.3 Chapter 1: Cometh the hour Silence filled the air of the Ikarian war room as strands of red evening sun illuminated the varnished floor. In the centre of the room sat a gargantuan war table awash with paperwork which made the intricate world map painted on its surface barely visible. Nestled beside the table was the famous yet almost decrepit naval hero. The years of cigars and brandy were apparent in the gentleman’s voice as the half-choked wisp of a voice drifted across the silent chamber from Commodore Wulfbacker. ‘Congratulations Midshipman.. cough cough’. Opposite, a young cadet officer with sand coloured hair tied neatly at the back of his head, was obediently stood to attention before the commodore. He wore an untarnished, deep blue officer’s uniform with white breeches and stockings. He wore the ‘Kingsman’ ribbon on his lapel denoting his excellency throughout his recent training. Lord Yorik Wulfbacker however was an aged man, yet a formidable naval commander - with one arm amputated below his left elbow sporting a small brass ring in place of a hand, which he smoked with. ‘Thank you, sir’ the midshipman replied sternly, masquerading his nervous enthusiasm. A leather satchel containing his few belongings hung diagonally from his shoulder, underneath which he clutched his black bicorn naval hat in veneration of the aged sea bear before him. This man’s name was Leo Meridias. He held the bound edict papers he had been handed with an equal reverence.
By Kevin Tomas4 years ago in Fiction
The Semi-Warring States Of Dragon Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley that sits between the kingdoms of Dunkren and Rabicula. In fact, before their sudden and mysterious disappearance a few days ago, they had only been there roughly three hundred years.
By Brian Rosen4 years ago in Fiction
The cursed
-There weren't always dragons in the valley... Elias left his sentence hanging as he pulled a small, finely crafted wooden box from his pocket. Ceremoniously, as if he had rehearsed these gestures over and over again, he opened it to extract several pieces of wood that he arranged on a table in front of him. After rolling up the sleeves of his long red tunic, he began to fit the curious objects together. As he did so, he glanced at the crowded room, which never took their eyes off him.
By TheLittleBelgian4 years ago in Fiction
Professor Wildernose's Extensive Adventurings of High Peril in Sun-Shard Valley, with comments from Penny Tossleflea
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. First, came the primordial beings of ancient history… nobody remembers these. They barely even live on in the myths and legends of our earliest ancestors. And even then, the details vary greatly with our understanding of pre-gnomish existential episodes.
By Sam Smethurst4 years ago in Fiction
