| The tale of the land of Syran and the love triangle between a lady warrior, a meek alchemist and a foolish king. |
| The tale of the land of Syran and the love triangle between a lady warrior, a meek alchemist and a foolish king. |


Poisonous FriendThey were together in that moment, standing next to each other as the rain fell around them, an ill lit glow cast from the reflection of the scant streetlights off of the slick leather trenches they both adorned. The gentleman wearing the black one stood a few inches behind the other man in the white, a smug grin resting casually on his face like it always did. Something similar his companion imagined graced the faces of housecats as they toyed with their prey, almost as if it was a badge of honor to display their sadism in a casual manner.Poisonous Friend
The man in white could feel his companions cold, thin fingers at the back of


Warrior And Alchemist 3Percieval held his grip on the alchemist, pulling him through the streets clustered with individuals all headed in the same direction. The coliseum had been Percievals finest achievement harrowing travelers and locals to spend their gold to watch a multitude of heads roll. He and those loyal to him got richer far quicker than they would have through taxes and the markets and innkeepers flourished. He thrived where his father had so deftly failed.Warrior And Alchemist 3
Townsman and the likes kept their distance bowing as their king passed and outsiders visiting that recognized the fair haired, golden eyed king stared in befuddlement


The AfterfireThe hand stroked his face but it was cold. Then an enraged scream echoed around him and the feeling of affection was exchanged for fingernails tearing into the tender flesh of his cheeks. Dan Cain cried out and pulled back. His attacker rose from the operating table where she had been laying cold and lifeless minutes before. Megan was dead and alive at the same time and Dan found himself once again reminded of the creatures from the horror films that had scared him as a child. Zombies hungry for human flesh and brains; they had the same look to them that she did. The snarl splayed across her features feral, inhuThe Afterfire


Warrior and Alchemist 2The capital city of Syran sat approximately twenty miles from the western seas that separated its continent of Meloria from its sister continent Methusine. The city had been preceded by acres of corn and wheat before being burned away by the farmer Hothar in his path to be something greater than a man of the earth. When the goddess Dilaria came to him he was granted the riches and loyalties of those nearby becoming the patron of Syran and the king of Meloria. Then he betrayed the goddess. No man had ever questioned nor stood up to a god before, but no man had ever been as lustful and greedy as Hothar either. With a stab to the hearWarrior and Alchemist 2
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Frailty, thy name is Human... (sorry, Mr Shakespeare)
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Greetings from Me...The One Following the Wind
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Frailty, thy name is Human... (sorry, Mr Shakespeare)
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Frailty, thy name is Human... (sorry, Mr Shakespeare)
How about you? I miss talking to you!
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Greetings from Me...The One Following the Wind
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I'm the one that's going to do the saving here!
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I'm going to go sit over here and be jealous now.
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