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Ice Castles and Fire RiversA blast of heat and the caravan passes from the cool springlike land of Transham into the forsaken volcanic wastes of Artisach. Their eyes are greeted by the blistering wind that is driven by many of the currents of magma hundreds of meters below the surface of the earth. The accrid smell of sulfur and the constant rain of ash assaults their weak noses causing some to cough violently as if with consumption. One man is so overwhelmed by the sudden change in atmosphere that his body gives out he falls from the tired horse he had rode upon. Grishan looks onward as one of the caravan servants help the man up, the servant himself holding a damp clIce Castles and Fire Rivers
by ~Twin-Chainer
by ~Twin-Chainer
by ~Twin-Chainer
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Is someone there?Is someone there?Is someone there?
hello? is anyone there?
did i hear a voice? or is it just my echo...
footsteps...
creaking downstairs
i run towards it without any care
who is it?
is someone there?
voices...
screaming in the night
piercing my solitude
i listen to it in fright
is someone there?
i walked towards it didn't knew wat to say...
but to my dismay...
there wasn't anyone over there,
and yet i saw, i heard and i felt
it came closer and closer...
hello?
is someone over
by ~Phosu
Wendigo 2It was two years ago that my friends disappeared. Out on that cruel winter’s night. We camped in a clearing with trees all round And I don’t remember much after that. There were dead people (three or four) sprawled in the snowWendigo 2
With red bits of crystalline something scattered about. They were solid as stone with holes and bites all over And their clothes were torn and unruly. If I killed them all I am sorry, But that won’t lift the curse. I am a hunter who’s supped of man Forever a yearning no one can fill. Always devouring with no sa
by ~GreyhoundRacer
WendigoA rushing noise outside my tent draws me to peek out. “Hello?” I ask to the frigid, northern wind. No one answers. I retreat within back to my sleeping bag where I settle back in for the night. Whoosh! A silhouette races between me and the moon. My head goes out one last time For as I poke my head out of my tentWendigo
I am swept away fast and fierce. My body burns away as I scream loud as I can. But no one will ever hear what I said that night,
For they never found my remains. “The wendigo got him as he tried to sleep.” In the frozen lands where
by ~GreyhoundRacer
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