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Lodoss War: Professional Lust

[On Marmo, Lord Ashram returns to his poorly lit room, obviously tired from a long day. He removes his armor and sets his sword down, only to draw it and turn to face his bed, having heard something quietly stirring on it.] Ashram: [stern, pointing his sword] Who are you? Pirotess: [waking up suddenly] [gasp] Lord Ashram. Ashram: [lowering his sword] Pirotess, what are you doing? Pirotess: [sitting up] My lord, I brought that report you wanted. [pointing toward a desk in the room] I left it on your desk. Ashram: [glances at the desk] I see that, what are you doing in my bed? Pirotess: [apologetic] I came early and fell asleep waiting for you. Forgive me. Ashram: [sets his sword back down, waving Pirotess off] It's fine, you were just following my orders. And if I didn't want you entering my room I wouldn't have given you a key. [sits down on the end of the bed, rubbing his head] I'll look at your report tomorrow, [groan] what a day. Pirotess: [crawls over to Ashram, concerned]

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Trials of the Half-Elven 03

Trials of the Half-Elven Chapter 3: Olula's Goodbyes With Thangroth at her side and flanked by two armored Kanonian solders, Olula crossed the village to her home. The half-elf's head was tipped downward and thoughts tumbled th

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Song of the Grey Witch

Watching, watching from Shadows, as She burns with a secret truth only She knows, so She takes the risk and She gambles, gambles with countless lives. Lives are nothing to Her as she plays hero or villian as Her pawns, She must keep it balanced like the edge of knives. Power, Power can never be allowed to settle, in The Darkness or The Light, So once again with people's lives She meddles, allowing neither side to win The Endless Fight. She is the Eyes of Gods looking down, From a circlet on Her forehead crowned. Five hundred years She wanders across the land, Causing these war to bring peace to all Lodoss. Her tears left unshed as Sh

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Lodoss War: Professional Lust by Eagleman27, literature

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Lodoss War: Professional Lust

Lodoss War: Alcohols and Attractions by Eagleman27, literature

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Lodoss War: Alcohols and Attractions

[Parn and Deedlit have been helping set up markers for a new communication system between the kingdoms of Lodoss, a combination of the beacons from Lord of the Rings and a medieval telegram. They are currently making camp for the night in a cozy, secluded part of a forest near a pond with a waterfall] Deedlit: [stretching against a tree, removing her cape, sighing happily] Finally, I thought we'd never finish, [looking to Parn] how many markers did we put up again? Parn: [rummaging through the horse's saddlebags] Hmph, too many, but at least we're done, and Lodoss is now one step closer to becoming more connected. And soon, the Marmo are going to find themselves pushed back before they can even invade. Deedlit: [curious] What exactly are you looking for in there Parn? Parn: Well we did just accomplish something pretty big, I thought we should celebrate. [reveals a bottle of wine and two goblets] What'd you say? Deedlit: [lighting up] Where did you get that? Parn: [walking over

Record of Lodoss War: Deedlit in Distress by AMultiverseAuthor, literature

Record of Lodoss War: Elves in Spider Ruins by ED3765, literature

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Record of Lodoss War: Elves in Spider Ruins

On the outskirts of Lodoss stood Deedlit, clad in her usual green dress and blue shoulder armor with matching cape with brown boots on as she looked at a rundown cave ruins. The ruins were once home to an ancient race of large spiders who were known for their numbers and very long legs that let them catch any prey. "It's been forever since I was last here...." Deedlit muttered as she remembered coming here centuries ago as a smaller elf child when spiders still ran rampant in the area but thanks to the surrounding species growth in power and numbers, most of the spiders had been killed off. "Even back then, though over run by the spiders, it

Song of the Grey Witch by Rudh, literature

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Song of the Grey Witch

First Meeting by NotMyRealName2, literature

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First Meeting

A girl started to stir as she woke up, eyes fluttering open as she looked around. She had dark skin, red eyes, and rather short silver hair, and was dressed in a purple tunic, black pants, and brown boots. The most notable feature about her though was her long, pointed ears, indicating she was a Dark Elf. She was lying on the floor of a tent of some sort. She tried to push up with her hands to get a better look, but found something was keeping her hands behind her back. She looked, and saw her wrists were bound with rope. "Great," she said, testing the rope a bit. It was fairly secure, so she wasn't getting her hands free anytime soon. She

Rune Soldier Dha by Dragonpride12, literature

The Change of Your Heart: An Aakashi Story by LegionaireB, literature

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The Change of Your Heart: An Aakashi Story

Joey was sketching on the sofa one afternoon when he heard a knock at the door. On the doorstep sat a pair of heavy, beat-up leather gloves. He scoffed for a second. "Okay, who's leaving their junk on my stoop?" He picked up the gloves and was about to toss them in the garbage when he saw a piece of paper between them. It was a black piece of cardstock. In bone-white letters was written the message 'Do not wear until Ally's birthday.' "Hmm," Joey thought to himself. "I guess this isn't junk after all. Since Ally's the only other one that lives here, I guess these are for me."&

[SPOILERS] A Mercenary's Reflection by shishousama, literature

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[SPOILERS] A Mercenary's Reflection

They say that time heals all wounds. That rage and pain eventually become a merciful dullness to even the most broken of spirits. For awhile, I believed the saying. Most of my anger and frustration were short-lived, and by the time I forgot a wrongdoing, another one was on the verge of exploding in my face. And that was all right by me. It was rare when I stayed in the same town for more than a week at a time, so I didn't have to deal much with people who irritated me. When you're a mercenary, you can't really 'plan' your life. Mercenaries live by the day, sometimes even just by the hour. Our jobs vary. Oftentimes, it's nothing more than gua

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