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  • Spellweaver: Chapter Six

    "Damn it all!" I cried, angrily bashing my fist against the table. Cendrine let out a light chuckle, as she saved her bottle of mead from my anger. "All I want to do is sleep! Why must that be taken from me?""You aren't the only one unable to get any sleep around here Armel. The whole town is affect...
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  • Spellweaver: Chapter Five

    "Damn provincial! A plague upon you for polluting our city!" the drunken, enraged Nord shouted, shoving the petite, vertically challenged Dunmer out of his way as he marched towards the hearth at the center of the room. He wobbled around drunkenly as he turned to face the now attentive crowd. "We sh...
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  • Spellweaver: Chapter Four

    "Here are the rest of your classmates. Get to know them well, because you will have to work with them in class, and as assistants on research projects," Mirabelle projected through the rooms, drawing their inhabitants out. "Students, this is your new classmate, Armel. Classes will continue as per us...
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  • Spellweaver: Chapter Three

    I was jarred back into reality by my face meeting the dirt floor of my prison tent. With a groan, I was hoisted to my feet by strong arms, and dragged up to Aiden's house on the hill. Eventually, I was seated on the rough ground in front of Aiden, as he toyed with his omnipresent dagger. "Have you c...
  • Spellweaver: Chapter Two

    "Watch out! Travelers have been saying there have been bandits on the roads north!" yelled the innkeeper as I let in the morning wind. I waved my thanks, and trundled outside. I had been on the road for a day, and had spent the night in Rorikstead, a nice little hamlet. Bandits on the north roads, a...
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  • Spellweaver: Chapter One

              I sat alone, in a field of clouds. Deep in the mist, a figure stirred, flowing closer, closer, and closer. I tried to stand, but my legs weighted like iron ingots, unwilling to move. I looked up to find a head of a dragon, black as night, staring back at me. It's red eyes bored into me, lo...
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  • The Spellcaster

                The river's calm water stirred almost incomprehensibly as the feathered head of an Argonian broke the surface slightly, to behold a brutal sight. Corpses littered the side of the river, being feasted upon by a trio of roving trolls, the caravan's carts littering the road in pieces. The A...
  • The Shadow

                "I know you are there," she whispered softly, her voice lazily filling the room, almost flickering in time with the lone candle that threw shadows onto the walls and her face. "And I know you are not here to kill me, or I would already be dead," she continued, turning to her new visitor,...
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  • The Weapon Master

              The arrow thudded against the shield with a dull thud, causing it to rock from the force. The nord drew his short, brutal sword from his back, before running at the archer. The falmer drew its own sword as the Nord drew near, and swung brutally toward the sound of his footsteps, hoping to ...
  • The Orc

    The bandits walked past the Orc's alcove again, their torch bringing an eerie glow to the tomb as they muttered to each other about magic, pick pocketing, and mead. The Orc shifted, his legs starting to grow numb from waiting. Then as the bandits rounded a corner, a wheeze and rustling sounded, foll...
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