
The Guardian
“Void take it!” Thearo cursed. “There isn’t supposed to be a guardian here.” He looked across the tidal flats at the elemental that towered before
“Void take it!” Thearo cursed. “There isn’t supposed to be a guardian here.” He looked across the tidal flats at the elemental that towered before
My rejection by the High Council has led me to the unmapped depths of Atares Mon, in search of a forbidden, ancient knowledge of a
The d’Valisantian stood as they entered the hall, light flashing on his crystalline armour. “Arosh Taarden,” U’shaltris said. “First Warlord of the Children of A’dem.
I remember the day my father brought me into the Sanctarum to find my dragon. It went against all tradition. The Sa’trovaani did not Bond
The women of my line remembered. We remembered living in peace on the Jade Stone Steppes before the Whisperers came. We remembered fleeing before the
The words always come with the rain, for that is my curse. To have the opportunity to speak so rarely and wait for the whim
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