From a low hillock in a vast plain, the entrance to the Noil Ruins is as unobtrusive as it is a gateway to wonder...

Nestled among the smaller and less noticed store fronts, hidden among the sundry vendors, and purveyors of beads, cheap jewelry, and meat-on-a-stick products in a small building that smells strongly of hot linen, cotton, soap...and goblin.

I'm beging to wonder if there can be victory? Please don't let this go on...

Memoirs of the Nameless soldier

The Ring of Gowns was the personal possession of High Queen Jhorvindrah Phoenixheart, Venerated Alicorn Rider

Nothing but snow, nothing but ice and snow. I fear we will all loose our minds out here. Even the caves have frozen into ice...

from the collected notes of an unknown explorer.

Worse than those of the Shattered Orb are those who have fallen from the Bright Path and Axtrami's grace. Yet among them are some who have recieved the extreme blessing of Axtrami, to become glass themselves...

The art of putting spells within spells.

A collection of 30 scrolls, manuscripts, and codices sampled from the library of Atal, the Wise Councilor.

For twenty seven years I lived a strange and unimaginable life, and one morning I woke up divorced from life. I was awake.

I wish I could go back to sleep

'I've got to finish it, I've got to...'

You're walking through the forest when you encounter...

...and why they should be avoided like the plague.

To many, the clerics of the Gods of Death are reviled as evil monsters, conspirators of demons, and raisers of undead armies. How often is the common perception wrong?

The cloud doesnt have much of a smell. It looks like fog until it's on you and then it's two late. A couple of sucking breaths and your chest is one fire and your eyes are bleeding. Terrible stuff, but if you think it is tough on the living, you should see what it does to the dead

PVT Thomas Quinn.

drawn from/inspired by Hellfire: the Summoning mobile game

Recently unearthed this gem of mine, and thought to post it. Its writing predates my joining of Strolen, and I found quite a few interesting bits in it. It is nearly completely written and I am going to endeavor to finish writing it out. Until then, I plan to post it here, perhaps a section a day or so. Enjoy, expand, criticism, comment.

Revenge, but at what cost?

How empty are their bellies that already so much man and horse flesh cannot fill them?

Excerpt from the Lex Predatoris

Yeah yeah, I know the Duke. Of course I do. P. Donkey Donque travels in some high circles, jester.

Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Me thinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me.'

? Herman Melville, Moby Dick