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III
When was I ever happy? I often pondered this question within this realm. Dragons, those that were feral of mind, often felt happy for the most inane of reasons. A good hunt. A destructive rampage. A new addition to their… Continue reading
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II
An arrow pierced the hull of the ship. Within mere moments two more came flying from within the dense foliage lining the shore. I was able to avoid ‘em, thanks to the cursed blade’s influence. Couldn’t say the same for… Continue reading
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I
Mysherra! Mysherra! Mysherra! Look! Look at this! I found a sword! A real sword! It must have been left behind by a soldier! Yes. I can see that. You don’t— You are not bedazzled? Gaze upon the pristine edge of… Continue reading