Fantasy
Chapter 13 - Abelard & The Great Diviner
As the Four Heralds, (The Rude Awakenings? Zigras's Troupe? They really did need to figure out a name, he supposed), went about their Tor downtime business, Abelard sets himself up in the Tor's grand library and continues his seemingly never ending reading of the Devilish Soul Binding Contract he had unwittingly signed.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)4 years ago in Fiction
Abelard - Chapter 12 - Full moon, Werewolves, and a long road ahead!
As the party wound down for the evening, lullabied to peaceful rest by the Zigras’ peaceful, nurturing song of the forest, and sheltered by the protections of her tiny hut, the gloaming Hearth magics of the Trillium, their Elven guide, Rissalya’s knowledge of the terrain, and the unsleeping watchful eyes of the slain orc war chief under Abelard's control, a chilled wind began to blow in from the West.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)4 years ago in Fiction
Dodge - Why Go Big When You Can Just Stay Home ("Two Hells of an Understatement!")
"To say things didn't look good,", Dodge thought to himself as he desperately tried to find anything remotely qualifying as cover, "was one or two Hells of an understatement!"
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)4 years ago in Fiction
Terrador Civil War
The secession of the northern territories is the most contentious event in the recent history of Terrador. The wounds of the civil war are still healing even today. King Hrodulf has done much to suppress the separatist movement and attempted to build back bridges that had been previously burned. The separatist movement was largely led by the well respected and honorable chieftain of Hearthmound, Aethelric, who was backed by the other northern states of Novengrad, Vagen, Harstagg, Solsgard and Kriev. Today, the land of Terrador is still unified under one crown. However, the northern states are still reeling from the damage of the war and the people’s opinion of King Hrodulf is still stained with the blood from the war.
By Braison Cyrus4 years ago in Fiction
Night At The Thakur Dalan
The sights and sounds surrounding your sensory nerves as you traverse into a Durga Pujo* mandap* can easily flabbergast you. So many things that go on simultaneously, and as you make your way through the happy cacophony, the cheerful hullabaloo of people, their smiles, the thread of energy that each one of them possesses at that very moment, and manages to share the same with everyone who visits Maa Durga*, is beyond anything that you'll ever feel. You'll slowly and slowly give in to the divine feeling, your brain, and your heart shall seep in everything, every single detail around and you'll enter a zone of your own, a meditative, a zen feeling, where everything else doesn't matter for some moments, it's only you, and the goddess, as you bow your heads in prayer, for a minuscule second or more, the overpowering sounds seem to fade, fade into the distant horizon, and it's only your soul, in front of the goddess, and the chants of prayer that you utter, eyes closed, pin drop silence, you feel there's a certain wave of cosmic and divine energy playing around you, your human senses aren't able to fathom what it is, where it is coming from, where shall it go after some time, nothing. You just keep praying, and after a moment, the sounds slowly return back, and things are normal.
By somsubhra banerjee4 years ago in Fiction
The Chocolate Rose
THE CHOCOLATE ROSE Prologue: Now Prince Arrik peered out of the Palace tower window, his breath misting on the thin plate glass. As far as the eye could see, and he could see a long way over the flat terrain from this high up in his lofty tower, the ground lay white in a thick layer of freshly-fallen snow. More thick soft white flakes gently floated down from a still leaden sky. His mother had forecast the snowstorm yesterday with a smile, knowing he missed the snow, ice and mountains, so he shouldn't have been surprised by it. She was so wise and he had yet to learn such wisdom.
By Tony Spencer4 years ago in Fiction
Reason Prevails
To the untrained eyes of uneducated earth dwellers, it simply looked like the gathering of storm clouds, and they would be partially correct. There was a storm brewing, but not the kind most people were expecting. This storm would determine the very existence of not only humanity but the Gods themselves. Since Earth was part of the nine realms, it was a given that what happened in another realm almost always affected this planet.
By Mark Gagnon4 years ago in Fiction
Heavy Hauler and the Pit Monster
Heavy haul driver Ron Ross got a nasty surprise on the job today and was lucky to walk away in one piece. After receiving a load from the shovel he began driving back down to the wall to unload, when he heard a very loud banging noise coming from the back of the truck. These heavy haulers are noisy as hell and from within the closed confines of the cab it has to be pretty loud for the driver to hear.
By Mark O'Neill4 years ago in Fiction
