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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 Defiled One I

"The Age of Mist?" Altair muttered as the dry ache at the back of his throat returned. He grunted, giving the ache a scratch. " What is that?" 

"That'll cost you, " said Tasha with a mischievous smile. 

At that moment, Syris hopped down like a little cat onto the balcony. "The Age of Mist is how we once categorized the Source between Heaven and Earth. Back then, we didn't have phrases like mana, Ether, or Qi. Rather, we had Mist. It was around that time that Soloman created the System of Arcane Arts we use today. One can say the Age of Mist was the Origin of all magic."

Tasha tsked, "Seems someone is knowledgeable." she'd hoped to at least gain a favor or two.