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The Honor of HesiemPhil curled into a ball on the filthy cobblestones, felt the blood soak through his shirt, and tried to remember if werewolves were cannibals. The mugger had plunged a knife into his gut and extracted the money from his pocket with practiced efficiency. He could imagine no other motive for the owners of those glowing yellow eyes to be assembling like a flock of nocturnal vultures. He shivered with pain and yelled, each cry for help growing feebler than the last.The Honor of Hesiem by Leonca
The sole functional street lamp was aflutter with moths enjoying the cool summer night. Yellow eyes bobbed at the edge of the light. Phil caught glimpses of long claws and lanky canine forms. He found a loose stone and threw it with a pitiful scream of rage.
A small figure broke away from the others and crept into the light. If it was a werewolf it was a sickly looking one. It had oversized round ears and appeared to be missing any trace of fur or a tail.
Phil squeezed his eyes shut. Perhaps this was just a hallucination, the f
HellengardIn Hellengard they have a ruleHellengard by Glayve
that shan't be broken ever.
It states that all of man's affairs
will stay his own endeavour.
It claims that man is not allowed
to sail beyond the Silent Sea
and thus bereaves the people from
the Shards of truly being free.
Hence Hellengard, the World in Shards,
is split in many realms these days
and mankind has forgotten that
their world once had a different face.
So in each and every realm there is
a belief that other Shards are myth
and mankind does not dare to leave
the only place they're sure to miss.
Yet Hellengard depends on strength
and strength has come from unity.
As unity is long since gone
the World in Shards might cease to be.
The end is near for Hellengard,
where rules ensure a world's demise
and all the while the people fight;
the end will take them by surprise.
MastersFaehound lowered his nose to the dirt and took an air sample. Particles of dust, plants, and animals drifted with the air into his nasal scent analysis chamber. Filters caught particles while air was ejected through tiny holes under his eyes. The filters generated a list of inorganic materials and species, complete with an estimate of time since sample deposit. Faehound lifted his head and wagged his tail. “Master, Mistress, Tinchild, we are here.” His measured, cheerful voice emerged from a circle of small holes on his throat. “The fairy scouting party returned through the portal approximately 3.43 hours ago. There has been no further activity from this side of the portal.”Masters by Leonca
Tinchild waved a lantern over the forest scenery. He narrowed his eyes and rubbed his fingers on his chin, as he had learned to do after careful observation of humans in a state of heightened curiosity.
Faehound was excited for Tinchild. The Masters said he could not go far from home because
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