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The Last Primal

Darkness. The ultimate ruler, the true One-Above-All. Everything starts from it, and everything returns to it eventually. People say that in your final moments, darkness seeps in your very existence, engulfs your whole being. They say it’s an incredibly relaxing feeling that takes you on your journey to your afterlife. They say that in the very darkness, the ‘nothingness’ your weary soul will finally be able to rest and relax. This brings up some very philosophical and existential questions. Do you even exist? Follow the epic journey of Aiden, the last primal, a unique and ancient race as he finds his place in a strange, new world, filled with threats and violence. ----- UPDATE: A supportive reader has created a Discord Server. Here's the link if you would like to reach out to me and/or join the community: http://discord.link/Shaele ----- If you would like to support me and leave me a personalized message, you can buy me a 'coffee' at Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/shaele ----- This story (and the world itself) is something I started writing and creating 15 years ago, while I was telling stories with my friends in our regular D&D sessions. The world is a hand-crafted fantasy world, filled with history and lore that we created over the course of years. While I may be new to the writing scene, I will do my very best to bring you an enjoyable experience. Hope you enjoy the journey just as much as I enjoyed creating it.

Shaele · Fantasy
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Chapter 176 - An eventful dinner (Part 2)

Aiden slithered his way through the crowd, smoothly reaching the counter with ease. Looking at the innkeeper for tonight, was a venerable old man. His long, white beard swayed back and forth as he belying his own age ran around the counter taking the orders and shouting towards the back, where a hearty, womanly response could be heard every now and then.

Apart from the bushy beard, the innkeeper had little-to-no hair left on the top of its wrinkled head. Gaps could also be witnessed in his mouth, he had lost quite a few teeth over the years and the rest donned a grimy, yellow color.

He wore simple, red linen clothing, only slightly better than the tattered rags the average beggar could be seen in. While he wasn't skin and bones, he wasn't toned either, the skin hung loosely over his body, but still, some meat could still be observed keeping up and withstanding the passage of time.