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Another lavish party. Another waste of expensive food and wine. My master has been throwing more of these lately. Being a butler to this man is like herding cats, if the cats were drunk, rich, and convinced the world revolved around them. He is a fool. A rich, aristocratic fool, yes, but a fool all the same. One of the old Eldoran families. Possibly related to the emperor somewhere. Far, far back, buried in lineage and dust. Now? Just a taboo noble wasting his fortune on food, wine, and whores. No woman will ever marry him. He has carved too...
Submitted to Contest #333
Wulfric the Swift. So many stories are told of that dragon. Too many, perhaps. And most of them miss the truth. For in the end, Wulfric did not hunger for food, nor gold. He did not crave dominion, nor vengeance. He was not driven by the old draconic sins. He hungered for something far worse. Fame. Or, more accurately, fear. The youngest child of the great draconic prime, Wulfric was born of royal blood, enough to open every sky to him. A storm dragon, at one with wind and thunder. The high peaks were his home, and there he lived with his ki...
Submitted to Contest #332
The caves, well, the tunnels, they seemed like they would never end. But the stone wasn’t excavated. Not by man, at least. Didn’t look natural either. The rock was coarse, sure, but the shape… almost a perfect circle. They wound and twisted like some great creature’s veins. A maze. A gigantic maze hidden beneath Eldara. There was just the three of us. We were only looking for somewhere to sleep. Streets get far too cold this time of year, and when you can’t defend yourself, your options are slim. We just stumbled across the place by accident...
Submitted to Contest #331
Journal of Ernest Reacioux DAY 5 – Evening It’s been four days since we passed the Frozen Step. Even the top-of-the-line airships suffer in this cold. The air is too thin for proper propulsion, and the engines keep freezing. We broke through the ice north of Vavir. Ig’Narion’s Back lies ahead. The mountain is so much larger up close. Its peaks rising beyond the clouds, as though reaching for Sol herself. The Dwarves of Vavir warned us. Yet they didn’t stop us. The mountain is holy to them. Ig’Narion’s Back. Named in their creation myth. The ...
Submitted to Contest #330
I lost it all, and they just laughed at me. I’ve disappointed many people in my life. Some I knew well, others I barely deserved to know at all. Perhaps one should expect nothing more from a life of gambling. A child born into a wealthy family, spoiled by comfort and reputation. My mother, Elara Zayne, built her empire with inventions that changed the world. My father, the man clever enough to woo her, used his connections to pull her genius out of obscurity and into the modern age. And then there was me. The youngest son. The man with money...
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