Pure fantasy done in quasi - Howard/Tolkien style.
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As recorded by The Scrolls of Man:1
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As recorded by The Scrolls of Man:1
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The earliest cockcrow, the awaited ebbing of Cyric's strength.1
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Radely followed her through the morning-shadowed ruins, each making less sound than a gust of air. An ingress had presented itself as a wa
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Cyric's chamber. Large and weathered, the rotten and porous wooden roof filtering in much morning sun, now well above the horizon. Large
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Radely blinked then lost his breath. He was in a village, as rustic and pretty as it was idyllic. Thatched roofs upon cobblestone walls against more, he could see a stretched, verdant field just beyond the boundaries... Bu
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Radely blinked. He was back in the chamber. Riona was standing over the kneeling Cyric, her sword at his throat. He then noticed his han
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Radely numbly watched the Orcs place Riona upon a hastily compiled pyre. In close proximity he could see Ulna was as tall and as heavy as
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