Stories tagged “elves”
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the white room
The door is made of heavy wood, and is slightly swollen from the humidity. Corroded metal hinges groan as you push it open, the bottom grinding across the rough flagstone floor. A cool mist awaits behind the door, and a soft glow. Quite unlike the horr...
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Elf Kindergarten
Ulydorah skipped all the way to elf kindergarten. She lived in a moving tree by the whispering river down from the tall mushroom that was the school. Ulydorah hummed a melody of serene beauty, and the wild flowers burst open in fuschia and crimson. She...
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The golden dragon
Glaurung lay on the cold surface of the rock he swished his tail from side to side and breathed heavily, The sunlight shone onto his golden scales causing him to almost look as though he was glowing. “Morning” said Borin Glaurung nodded his...
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The Other Side Of The Story*
We then send the letter off to the next department required. And the process keeps going until the list is complete and all teh items are wrapped and in their appropriate section together. It’s tiring work as humans don’t write logically so...
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Elven Accidents
The skies glowed red as the forest burned around Kirini and Leilana. “Do something, Leila!” Kirini wailed, the flames leaping from tree to tree, devouring dry grass, creeping closer, trapping the two girls in the eye of a growing inferno. A...
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A Father's Sacrifice, A Son's Future.. Part 1
A Father’s Sacrifice, A Son’s Future.. Part 1 Screams echoed through the small fishing village! An orc raiding party poured into the village, the ground trembling with their approach. Beldrune Starblade swung his ancient blade down off its ...
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A Father’s Sacrifice, A Son’s Future…Part 2
A Father’s Sacrifice, A Son’s Future…Part 2 With a roar three orcs rushed at him, Beldrune took one in the throat with his blade and left it gasping for air as its lifeblood ran along the ground. Pivoting on his left foot he caught the second orc...
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Facing The Dragon
Lena stood on the edge of the gaping black hole, her hair wiped across her face by the wind and rain. The ruins followed the curve of the arched entrance, glowing white against the dark night. She gripped the hilt of her short sword so tight her hand w...
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Thorg and Spannael
“Wots this then?” the customs inspector pulled a bit of junk from the sack of junk Thorg had dumped on the desk. Spannael, being patted down by a surly guard, leaned over to look at it. “Nothing, innit? Just a bit o’ shine from ...