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The young novice, Marius Drakken, glanced around the narrowing stone stairwell as he followed Elder Wavras deeper into the depths of the catacombs. The stairway deposited them in a cobbled throughway that stretched away into darkness to their right and left. Their only light was a hovering orb of fire, conjured by Elder Wavras, and the light did not penetrate far into the darkness, leaving many shadows and places to hide. “This was once a street,” Wavras indicated the cobbled floor and the
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In the lavishly furnished room, a small device sat upon the polished wood table. The floating, spinning, metal discs within the contraption regularly tapped together lightly as they progressed up and down through the glass casing. The metronomic clinking caused the panes of the cantilevered windows to vibrate. The whole room was hushed, all other sounds drowned out by the device. Above a rug on the floor a man hovered just off the ground, his legs crossed beneath him, eyes closed, his breathing
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“Fogrot? Rummert?” Simon asked of the two soaking wet orcs panting heavily at the edge of the pool. The pool had been an unnerving black, but now the cloud of murky darkness was receding and disappearing into the depths of the water. All around Simon, the fae were chittering with agitation. Not only had Simon returned from the realm of the dead through the Pool of Tears, but now two orcs had materialized out of another portal. These events were unprecedented, and no one involved was quite
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Yidian was a demon who had existed in the depths of hell for centuries and even they found the dark march through the endless void of the Hidden Path harrowing. Every step was uncertain and as they proceeded, they heard a distant murmuring of whispers. The darkness had eyes always watching them and somewhere far below in the deepest depths of the abyss, Yidian knew the emptiness had a mouth. It was a hungry entity at the end of all things. “Are we nearly there?” Rummert hazard asking after
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Through the Mirror, Again
TeamStilinski commented on TeamStilinski's story chapter in Through the Mirror, Again
Sorry it's been a minute! I participated in the In Too Deep anthology series and then I was cast as the lead in a local play! Been busy 😅 -
“I made this for you,” Daedalus squeaked as he held out a small leather pouch with drawstrings. Simon smiled affectionately down at the cute little gnome to whom he’d taken a liking during his time in Meridiah. Observing the pouch, Simon knew exactly what the individual slotted folds of the pouch were meant to hold. He removed the quartz-like crystals from his pockets and placed them in the more secure pouch. “This is genius,” Simon replied appreciatively, “Thank you!” “Gnomes
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A young teen, failing to connect with his father, is forced to face his own resolve when his brother is taken by a mysterious creature.
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ONE: FAMILY Growing up, I found myself at a loss to connect with my father. He was a man I always admired and respected. In my heart of hearts, I always viewed him as a person to aspire to emulate. He was a strong and capable man, but with a measure of humor and joviality. His patient and earnest approach always balanced well with my mother’s loud and boisterous nature. It always puzzled me how well I could understand my mother. Even in her most outraged and vein-bursting
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Yidian lay on their back floating in a sea of pleasure and drunk with power. The goblin chieftain’s huge, pierced cock head was slamming in and out of Simon’s gaping hole with each powerful thrust. The chieftain had been surprised by the transformation of Simon’s body, the once scrawny, pimple-faced farm boy had grown into a strong and powerful man. The chieftain had been more than happy to, once again, anoint the Seeded One with his goblin ancestry. With one last powerful thrust, the chie
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Zolgrim clutched to his belongings tightly as he followed his fellow Ahir north along the Vile River. Hot, arid wind had begun to drift into the forest from the desert as the trees grew sparser. They were escorted by five elven guards who had helped them flee the city during the attack. A whole roving group of refugees stretched for miles, moving north to reach the Bastion. For several nights, they could see the glow of the burning city behind them. Zolgrim desperately wanted to go home, b
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The obstacle course was devious and dangerous, including unexpected traps and requiring precise timing while jumping and running over the massive stone arches. Simon had yet to complete the course even once without almost dying or being knocked forcefully to the ground. Fortunately, wounds in Meridiah could be healed quickly with a little time and focused breathing. But it still hurt a lot. Simon saw the end in sight and realized he might succeed this time. A smile was even beginning to cro
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Connor sat uncomfortably in the corner staring into the fireplace as he pretended not to hear the moaning coming from the bed. It was Simon’s voice he heard, but it was not Simon. “Are you sure Simon want this?” the big orc Fogrot asked, making Connor jump. “The demon was convincing before…” Connor considered but kept his eyes away from the scene. Fogrot was staring at the bed with concern watching as Rummert used Simon’s body for his pleasure and the demon urged him on.
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I appreciate you who comment regularly! Keeps me motivated, although the chapters I've been working on I think I need to rewrite a few parts. Kinda slowed me down a bit 😕
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‘The Song of the Sea’ from the Tales of Meridiah: “Long ago in a village far away, there lived a poor fisherman and his wife. Above all else they desired to start their own family, but to their great dismay his wife remained barren. The wife began to despair, and the fisherman stayed away longer and longer at sea. Upon seeing the fisherman’s melancholy, Neptune the Sea summoned a great bounty from the realms of Meridiah to bless the fisherman. The fisherman saw the beast rising on th
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As a result of the ancient magic which tethered his soul to his body, Akar Kalayvan’s body was attempting to stitch itself back together even as chunks of the flesh were torn from it by the monstrous creature formally known as Lord Julian Crusnik. His eyes fluttered open and he began to emit the most terrified shrieks imaginable. His screams filled the small dark chamber as the beast continued to feast on his charred flesh. Yidian felt a chill run through them as they heard Akar stir and b
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Shimmering lights danced just beyond his reach as Simon emerged from the darkness. He was cradled in the familiar pressure of water all around his body as he slowly kicked and rose to the surface, but he could breathe the fluid comfortably. All at once he emerged from the surface of a small pool, expecting a beautiful field of purple flowers. There were no flowers or grass, just scorched earth and sludge. The muddy ground around all the nearby pools was soaked in blood and bile as the corp
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Link to my crude map:
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The cage had become home. It was the only refuge where he was not used or pumped with power only to be drained. Master Akar was tyrannical in his so-called training, abusing Simon’s body and stretching his hole with various diabolical contraptions. The power of the Seeded One had limits and they intended to find out what they were. He faced the corner, away from the bars. Focused on the dark, maybe a stain left by some previous occupant. He’d considered wiping it away many times, but to wha
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The ship, Mermaid’s Cradle, was guided by great oars toward its final mooring point. The port of Votu L’Shoa was crowded with ships; fishing vessels, trading barges, the ships of Southport, and large naval vessels patrolled the outskirts of the L’Shoan waters. The Mermaid’s Cradle was too large to navigate the crowded docks, so they would take the dinghy to shore. Not for the first time, Amos heaved and let loose his breakfast over the side of the ship. “We are nearly there,” Dagon l
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Lord Crusnik’s cold arm draped over his shoulder was a calming presence as they rolled through the streets in the carriage. Simon held a blood-soaked rag to his injured face as they moved trying to recall just how it had happened. Had Connor really come and used him and then attacked him? “Your power is tempting,” Crusnik spoke calmingly as if he’d read Simon’s mind, “You can’t blame yourself.” “He was a friend,” Simon sobbed. “I’m sorry, my pet.” The carriage finally rum
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Simon’s body was numb, and his mind was overcome by waves of drunken pleasure. The beams of the sex room ceiling were bouncing up and down as his body was jolted by each thrust deep in his ass. He hazarded a glance down at the hairy older man that was gruffly using him at the moment. The man grunted with effort, but loved the feel of Simon’s loose, wet hole around his cock. There had been a long line of men and beasts that had come and fucked Simon senseless. Lord Julian Crusnik was supplying hi
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Simon was fuming with rage as he returned to his room at the inn. He gathered his belongings and even stole some of the fine bedding since it was always useful to have extra fabric and especially something this soft and luxurious. He was unclear if they would release Fogrot and Rummert willingly, but he was not in the mood to ask for permission either. He was going to free them one way or another. Simon set off down the main road into the slums below. He was immediately set upon by beggars
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The heat was oppressive, pressing in from all sides like a weight. Simon laid stretched out in the shade of a large rock and several pieces of fabric they had draped in a makeshift tent. Beyond the bit of shade, the rocks and loose sand sizzled at unbearable temperatures in the direct light. Fogrot and Rummert lay nearby, stretched out and completely naked. They had remained stripped down for a while now until night fell, and it was time to travel. “I can’t believe I’m missing the Savage P
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The wolf panted with thirst as he darted through the city streets. The city was chaotic with vendors and the layered smells of food, spices, oils, and the stench of waste. The wolf was uncertain where to go but avoided both human and serpent folk at every turn so as not to alert the citizens to their canine visitor. The desert had nearly killed the animal, but he had discovered some survival instinct that a human would have lacked. Finding water was now the highest priority. Turning down a
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“I’m truly sorry,” Zolgrim stated as he looked down at the ground. “You did what you could,” Simon placed a reassuring hand on the serpent’s shoulder and smiled, “I thank you for your hospitality.” The evening’s events had been memorable, and Simon was in awe; seeing and experiencing cultures and locales he had only ever read about. But the following morning, Zolgrim’s superiors had listened to the orc’s proposal and had summarily rejected it. Simon felt uncomfortable with Zolgrim’s
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