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Weekly Contest #377
Stay on the path. Lauren’s mother spoke those words as a warning, uttered them in the hushed whispers of one imparting secret truth. They were the words of a priestess to a young acolyte bathed in the holy blood but one moon prior to being sent upon her sacred pilgrimage. And then Lauren, an iron lantern in one hand and set off on her journey. Heavy clouds, swollen with a looming storm, obscured the early afternoon sun, but enough light filtered through the canopy to make the lantern unnecessary. You’re still young, her mother had responded ...
Weekly Contest #362
Cordelia, I would begin by offering my apologies for not being present to greet you upon arrival to my home, but the necessity of my business does require travel from time to time. And I have again been delayed; therefore, I will not be able to greet you until the soiree this evening. Jacques has spoken highly of your passion and virtuosity, and I look forward to seeing what the diamond of my old university can do. Remember, the carriage will arrive precisely at 7:15 p.m. Be dressed, ready, and in the courtyard. Yours with fondness, Dani...
Weekly Contest #269
Strix and Squirt stood at the entrance of their cavern at the base of the Tengar Hills, the misshapen clay jugs they used as an alarm hanging a foot over their heads. The once narrow forest trail, now beaten by armored feet and burned by torches, stretched wide before them. Their red scales glinted in the morning light. Kobolds, as everyone knew, weren’t the most imposing of creatures. These scaly dragon-kin stood about the height of a ten-year-old child and had twice the squishiness with beady eyes and brains that kept them alive but little...
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