fantasy
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I reach into my coat and produce the map, spreading it open next to the symbols carved into the massive crystal. The moment the map touches the crystal’s surface, a pulse of energy thrums through the air. The warmth intensifies, spreading up my fingers like a living current. Then, the glow begins—blue light seeping from…
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I reach the small stone doorstep of Mother Brynn’s cottage, the sharp sting of the wind still biting at my exposed skin. The glow from the windows casts long, trembling shadows against the ground, and for a moment, I hesitate. The familiar scent of herbs, aged wood, and something faintly sweet drifts to me through…
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The hills stretch before me, rolling like the backs of slumbering giants beneath a sky of shifting gray. The wind tears through the fir trees, bending their dark spires and sending a flurry of needles dancing through the air. The first dusting of snow rides the gusts in swirling eddies, its delicate touch already lost…
Idus Plays Ironsworn 