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The waters blow fiercely upon my shores! The rocks have been blown away I fear the worst, that a great tidal wave is coming! Even my advisors have told me of this! Please, Priestess Lucrecia, pray to Poseidon The great Sea Lord Neptunus For I fear only he can save my flock My children And my beautiful wife, Glorificia I do haste this letter make it to your house in swift time Do not mind the small, inconsistent rhymes I hear it brushing on the sides Even the horses fear it. Regards, with the sincerest thanks, Count Fooldsgard

By the Valar! Why must my axe be broken! The darkness overcomes me! Aule, show your great mercy to this child! I am at your mercy, my Creator, and my forge shall always carry your remembrance! For the last times, Aule. Bring me to your home with open arms, so that I may dwell Under your forge, till my brothers come to join me.

The horse grazed in the field So did the cow. The cow ate the hay of the barn As did the horse The horse jumped and ran The cow could not The horse came to the cow, and said 'Why can you not jump with me?' The cow said 'I am too large, and I cannot jump' The horse brought the cow to the oak tree 'Jump, now' The cow tried once, and could not jump as high as the horse Then the cow tried twice, and still could not Then, with a great heft, the cow leapt, and up he went, and up, and up So high that the oak tree could not see her Neither could the horse The farmer wondered where his cow had gone The cow waved to the moon, as it pa

Bright lights falling down Rain drops crashing down quickly Cars chase each other

Part 1 The morning was nice and moist, the product of a long night of steady rainfall. The hoofs of the horse trampled the ground, the drowned grass squishing and mashing as the black steed trampled it, speeding with a nearly unnatural speed down the great plains, approaching a lone hill, the grass an odd spring-pink. Here dwelt Falv, the greatest of the Knight of that age. The dark brown wooden pipe in his mouth puffed a thick grey smoke. His hair was slightly graying, a sign of approaching age. This was how he spent his afternoons and evenings. 'I need none but a mug of ale, and my favorite pipe,' Were the words he said to those whom ques

For 100 days and 99 nights, the waters of Uae rumbled with a furious anger, under the control of Huuen, his power over the world stripped from him, his being reduced to being merely the controller of the waters. Unknowing of this, Jurtar let loose the first men. These men were gargantuan in structure, their skin a light green. They built great ships, and began sailing the waters. Their ships were destroyed by Huuen, now known by the Deities as Jurnar, the counterpart of Jurtar in many ways, though not in power. Not anymore, at least. Jeeriz was granted a special place on the underside of the rectangular world created. His realm went without

I awoke to the abrupt noises of those damned large black boots I had heard way too much in recent events. The sore on the top of my head swelled and hurt even more as I struggled to wake myself. Is this really the best way they can subdue a fugitive?, I thought, the swelling ebbing, allowing me to finally fight myself to wake up. My eyes still half-closed, I swung my legs around, resting on the bed, leaning over, my hands on my head, now throbbing again. Damn, I thought, standing up, stumbling around in a daze. The feck did they hit me with, I thought, my vision returning to me slowly as I awoke from my daze. A fecking cannon? Aah, there wa

At first there was only Jurtar. He was the fairest of all the Deities, the winged avians who watched over the barren world that was Uae. Uae was barren in its first days, no trees or water to mark its landscape. This did not bother the Deities, for they dwelt in their own world, apart from Uae. Uae was more or less the playground for the Deities, especially the Magdilon, a supreme council of the 7 most influensial and powerful Deities. Jurtar headed this council, ruling over the other 6; Yrgrl, Jurb, Porkir, Hassun, Linz, and last of all, Jeeriz, the second in command in terms of power. He was second in the world of the Deities only to Jurta

The wooden walls of the Boar's Tusk gave way to the large drinking hall, circular in shape, littered with various tables and chairs. Many different activities took place here. The younger men sat in groups among the circular tables carved into the walls at the corners of the room. The older crowd also sat among themselves, telling tales, among other things. The Boar's Pelt was among the most popular buildings in the city, its fine ale known nationwide. The more shady individuals also did their business here, for the rest of the city was owned by Inquisitor Malestrom, making the inn the only building in the sprawling metropolis that governed i

Some say he stalks the night, Some say he feeds the day, Some say he scares the fright away, Though some might say he isn’t there, The Sun is orange as his hair, Even The Old Willow dare not tread his land, And the Ghastly Ones kneel before his boots.