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Casting RunesPart 1
Finally. After a lonesome and arduous journey of two months, Jordis had finally reached her destination, the capital city Caellowell.
At the city gates in the South, where she had come from, she wiped the dust off her robe and handed three coins of copper over to the guardsman, the toll to be allowed to enter Caellowell. For an ordinary peasant, this would have been a little fortune, that she knew, but to her it was almost nothing. As a runecaster she had never had any concerns in respect of money. Now, as an accredited runecaster, even less so.
The city guard nodded and signalised her to pass through, clearly not wanting anything more to do with her than he absolutely had to and she understood him. Runecasters were able to work magic that sometimes must seem like wonders to other people. They were revered for their power and knowledge, as they were feared for the very same reasons.
“May the runes fall for the benefit of you.”, Jordis said and wished the man a good
I AmI Am the Stars
Daughter of Nuit
Embracing the Night Sky
It is my home.
I Am the Moon
Sister to Artemis
Alive, Lover, Learner
She is my Power.
I Am the Sun
Wife of Ra
Accepting his heat of Passion
Embracing the Golden Sun God
I Am one with him.
I Am Celtic
Daughter to the clan O'Brien
The pipes call me back
To the Scottish Highlands
I Am my Tradition.
I Am a Spirit Walker
Visitor from another Realm
Wonders that lay ahead
I Am searching.
I Am a Seer
Sister of Runes
Touching deep in my heart
I Am aching to learn.
I Am Me
Sister of Witches
I Am being who I was meant to be
I Am home...
The Beckoning, Preface and Concept Art
The Drow, or often called Dark Elven kin, are a dim and ancient race. Unlike the other familiar elves, the Drow are cave duelers, creatures of the depths who do not enjoy the company of those who live on the surface.
They are often called demons, dark creatures, evil, and their appearance does not do much to avoid such criticism.
Dark elves have coal gray skin, which permits them to blend in to the dark like shadows, while their stature is slightly smaller and more slender than those of humans. Their hair, often kept in elaborate braids, is pale as silver, and for this reason, dark elves will often cloak their heads when scouting the surface world at night. Their eyes vary in color, ranging from shades of green and golden yellow, to shades of orange and red. Their irises are as those of a cat.
Their features are as graceful as the most beautiful of elves and are often denominated as being devilishly attractive.
Yet such characteristics are not the only motive feeding the dread of surfa
Nwn2 Blood of Celestials CHp 1Blood of Celestials
back to her town
"Its been a long time" she thinks. And that was truth. Because after not seeing
Neverwinter of Croosroad keep for almost a year to Ashni , everything was new.
Streets looked beter, polished renewed. And does darn markets. "They where
usualy half empty and now i cant pass without steping on someones foot or triping to
someones lost bag". Her thaughts where stoped by someones gentle but loud purr.
"Oh Manx. Ashni said gently to her panther who was cudling againts his mistress leg.
" Come to think of it you where my only partner that i culd reliy on completly Manx ,
all others where hmmm lets say rather trublesome. Despite it was almost a year ,
Ashni was despretly trying to remember them all but at the end that strabery aasimar
head able to remember them all. "Oh yes i had such truble with them. For example
that redhairded girl what was her name hmmm , aha! Qara . Oh , boy that sutpid brat
gave me so much truble aldo i admit she had such t
QuestionsAnother sleepless night.
Suki wandered through the darkened Great Hall towards the kitchens, where she hoped she could find a cup or two of liquid comfort to soothe her tortured mind. She did not expect to find anyone else up and about except maybe that tome obsessed elf.
Two Greycloaks saluted as she walked past them, and she returned the gesture with a tired smile.
The kitchen was softly lit by a few candles, left by the staff who knew that midnight wanderers wouldn't want to stub a toe or bruise a knee searching for a snack.
At a small table at the far end of the room sat a lowly candle, and a figure stirred in the shadows.
The former Luskan ambassador Torio Claven looked up from a book.
"Good evening, Captain," she purred in her lusty voice.
Suki nodded. "Evening, Torio. Sleepless night for you as well?"
She felt the woman's eyes on her as she retrieved a mug then crossed to the kettle hanging over the fire in the hearth. As she poured, t
Victim of CircumstanceVictim of circumstance
They say heroes die in epic battles,
I am one of the others,
Those of us who die without fanfare,
We are never targets.
Circumstance is a cruel mistress,
We are only ever victims,
I am a full stop in another mans story,
I won't be remembered.
Forgotten by gods and men alike,
I am not worthy of memory,
Where are my last words written?
Nowhere, for I had none.
Perhaps I shall not be forgotten,
But for my death,
Not the life I loved to lead,
I will be a statistic.
I am not proud of how I will be remembered,
But this is the price we pay,
Those of us who die without consequence,
Victims of other men's lives.
'White Knight'The smuggler pulled into the parking spot, quickly silencing the truck and getting out. He paced back and forth outside, waiting impatiently. Checking his watch again, he felt his heart start racing. Where is my contact? He thought anxiously, wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans. If he doesn't get here soon, someone will find out, and-- There was a sound, a thump, and the man fell over, dead.
Pulling off his mask, he threw it onto the couch, next to Ingrid, her face full of disapproval. "Who did you kill today, 'White Knight?' What evil person did you rid the world of?" Without waiting to hear an answer, she strode out of the room, hands clenched at her sides. He shook his head. She would never understand why he did what he did for the greater good.
Face to face with the embodiment of evil, he spat on the ground. "You're no 'White Knight.' You instill terror in the people you claim to protect. I used to think that no one could do worse than I, but you've got me beat! You, you a
Shattered Glass: Chapter 1: Birthday Surprises
"Come on, Aliya! Blow out the candles! Just because you're seventeen now, doesn't mean you cannot have fun!" James' voice broke through my reverie, and I attempted a smile, for my guests' sakes. Puckering my lips, I held a thought in my head as I blew out the candles: please let this year be a normal one.
Everyone cheered when the last candle was out, and gathered around the picnic table for the slices my mother was handing out. I was grateful that she had worn clothes that were at least remotely common; as a fashion empress, she usually dressed in something so outrageous, it was stupid. But today, for my sake, she was dressed in a normal pantsuit.
My mother's friends all gathered around me to congratulate me on another year, but time seemed to speed up. I didn't particularly like crowds, and this was the most people that had shown up to my birthday parties in years. I mumbled half hearted thank yous to everyone who came to shake my hand, but sighed internally when the line was finishe