She Ended

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The war was over. Victory was in hand at last.

But at what cost? Both sides incurred innumerable losses. No one was spared the suffering of grief and sorrow.

Yet what else could have been done? Their freedom, their way of life, had been threatened by greed and dark chains of oppression. Should they not fight for what they believe in? Should they not stand for their families and those they love?

Smoldering fields of the dead answered those questions well enough. They would fight, and die, to protect those they loved.

She ended the war, with a battle so calculated and precise the enemy had never even seen them coming. Pouring over the mountains her dragon's came, bringing fiery death from above, and an end to a catastrophic war brought on by greed and ambition.
Tales were told for generations of the fierce warrior woman and her army of dragons. The truth of that history faded as the legends took hold, but no one ever forgot her, or her winged comrades.

Barrasque

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It's name was Barrasque. A creature as old as the forest it had roamed for thousands of years. No one knew where it came from, nor how it came into being.
Did it truly live, with a heart and soul and feelings? Or was it merely an unnatural automaton made from natural materials? No one knew, nor did they deign to ask.
Until one day a bright, curious young lass wandered into the forest singing graceful songs of rainbows and sunshine and picking wildflowers.
From its habitat Barrasque rose at her insolence in intruding upon his solitude. Yet the child remained strangely calm.
For she was completely innocent, with no knowledge that she'd just stepped into the heart of nature's eminent domain, and its fearsome guardian.
To her,  Barrasque was merely another forest creature she might one day befriend. 
It's bewilderment at her courage gave the creature pause, for all who beheld the great and mighty Barrasque had fled before it. Who was she to stand before nature's greatest juggernaut unfazed and unchecked?
Her name was Misa, and unbeknownst to her and the great Barrasque, with their introduction a grand saga of wonder and adventure had just begun.

Down, Down

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Down, Down to the graveyard of ships. Where dark currents sweep onerous tides of merciless ocean.
Down, Down to the bottom of the briny deep, where the Kraken dwells, and Leviathan sleeps.
Down, Down to the ocean depths, on a bottom of black where the dead shall never find rest.
Down, Down to hulls of night, where predators swim through holes of blight. 

Down, Down to the shadowy Abyss, where no light shines, and no hope is lit.
Down, Down to a sea of doom, through the power of the Maelstrom, and Neptune's will.
Down, Down where no man may dwell, save the dead, drowned and doomed.
Down, Down to the watery hell of the unholy damned.

Forsaken Forest, Forsaken Cave

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Drak's Cave only appeared on moon-lit nights; full moons who spread their pale blankets of moonlight across the vast Forsaken Forest. None entered this cavern of nightmares, for here was the domain of insanity, and evil.
Many a mercenary had tried and failed to probe the depths of Drak's Cave. Entire parties of adventurer's had waited impatiently on the threshold of that pale green madness, only to step inside and never return.
No one ever returned from Drak's Cave, until a quiet, unassuming child found her way into the deep, dark forest one night, becoming hopelessly lost from her friends. Unable to feel the dark energy emanating from the glowing cavern, she entered to await the dawn.
The girl emerged on the same day she entered, some nine years later. The world had moved on, her friends had moved on; her family had lost all hope.
She was the same, yet very different. A ill quiet followed her, and the young girl's eyes glowed the same pale green as the phosphorescence of the cave.
Though her lips never moved, she communicated quite clearly, holding anyone near her enthralled. Everyone listened, everyone obeyed.
And soon everyone was brave enough to enter Drak's Cave

The Climb

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A cold breeze tossled Nar's hair. The mountain looked intimidating, the tower even more so.

But Sheera was locked in that foul prison, and he was determined to get her out, no matter what.

His climbing tools proved adequate to the task, his climbing skills less so. Nar came close to falling on more than one occasion.  But make it to the top at last, he did.

Once there,  Nar's innate talents served him far better than his lack of climbing ability.  In short order he made quick work of the guards, fighting his way to the center of the vast prison.

There his beloved Sheera was tied, bloody and bruised,  to a wooden stake upon which she hung by the arms.

Between Nar and his heart stood one Makron, black warrior and Lord of the prison. The warden's black armor gleamed in the dim torchlight with a shine all it's own. Makron's skill with the long-blade in his hand was well known throughout the land.

But the dark warden's skills were no match for the fierce determination within Nar's heart and soul. In the end, Sheera's lover won the day, defeated the prison and its minions, and escaped with his beautiful bride. 

But the Dark Warden was not so easily defeated.  With fresh blood still dripping from his wounds, Makron watched the lovers flee his grounds.  They will pay, he said as the pair disappeared into the distance.  And pay dearly.

The Long Road Home

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We took the long road home. Across the world, through storm and sea, and yet we took the long road home.
Why I could not say, nor would I deign to ask. Mine is such to do and die.
For she is my all, my master, my hearts desire. All for her, or all for naught. To the end.
And at the end did we find our purpose, our calling, our quest. She fought valiantly,  as a warrioress of old. Blood and magic.
And now we return home, to rejoice in victory.  Though I know the truth, that soon, we shall begin again.

Forward Alone

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Storm clouds rained drops of melancholy on the tortured ground of her soul. Never had she been so empty,  so utterly alone.
She had to go on, for herself, her people, and for her spirit.
But she had no idea how she would face that uncertain future without her beloved by her side. She wasn't sure she could do it with him. And now, she wasn't sure of anything.

Eminent Domain

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Valnier paused, considering the tower before him, and all the massive edifice implied.
This would not be a pleasant homecoming, but it was necessary. Both for the health of his nation, and his sanity.
In a very literal sense.