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Shadow of the Abyss

The Old Gods are gone. Lost and Forgotten, their honor shattered and their kingdoms broken by treachery. The Peace of the Myriad Heavens has been severed. And from the ashes of war and chaos, the Twin Towers of Babel have been created as a beacon of hope. Can Altair, a child born of the Old Gods whose name has long since been forgotten, survive, or will he be cast into the Nine Hells? *** "So..." Arsene continued, enjoying his child's flush expression. "I've got a few things to teach you. What I'm about to give you is some peak wisdom. Think of it as my Ten Commandments: One, never trust a bitch with red hair. Trust me on this. Two, the pull-out game is not a real thing. She will get pregnant. Three—" "F-Father…" " —Never get yourself more than one wife. It sounds fun. It is fun. But it's truly a nightmare. You better be writing this stuff down. This is some grade-A wisdom right here. Four. "...Please stop talking…" The Prince pleaded. "Shhhhh. Just let this happen. Four…Bro's before hoes isn't a thing. The hoes come first. Remember, Booty is more important than Wa— " "STOP!!!!!"

Lord_Damocles · Fantasy
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The Crucible I

A/N: I'm still out of power, but I'll release chapters every now. Make-up chapters started Friday when they said power would be back online. 

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It was a three-day ride towards the Vargan provenance, through the Raven Woods, struck by odd shape shadows and writhing tree branches, overrun by marshes, said to kill the unsuspecting, preying upon children and woman alike. Bandits roamed, though they didn't attack the House Nier battalion, which wore its banners high. 

"A few more ours, my lord," Ser Ian Vastnar shouted on horseback.

"How are the men?" Altair asked, unable to recall the last time he had ridden a stallion this fine, flying across the earth with grace. He felt free beneath the

"Strong," said Ian firmly. He glanced to his rear at the men of three hundred strong. "But I'd suggest we slow our pace to—"