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Thank you everyone who always comments and has kept up with my story! It's been a journey, and I'm sorry the updates are slow. I am currently working on Chapter 35 and feel I'm getting into the final act of Simon's story. I've been going back slowly checking for continuity and inconsistencies before posting here. If you notice anything, please point it out. It's kinda just for fun story anyway 🤪 Once I reach the end though, my updates should become more consistent.
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The arched, open Temple of Raigar the Earth stood at the edge of the Great Mythic Desert. The statue of Raigar stood with his back to the desolate sands and glared down over his people. At least Zolgrim always felt like Raigar was glaring. Zolgrim cursed to himself as he looked at all the sand accumulated on the temple floor again. Countless hours were wasted by servants tending to the temple and its marvelous open concept. If Zolgrim could turn back the centuries, he would gladly accost the arc
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Amos Hawthorn climbed the forested slope and felt his leg swelling a bit, but his strength was improving. If he was in too much of a hurry, thorns and shrubs of underbrush snagged at his clothes and threatened to topple him over. As he neared the top of the small rise, he could glimpse the red-orange light of the sunset casting long shadows through the trees. He looked down the far side of the ravine and glimpsed the road below. It had been beaten and worn heavily by the Order of Belothemid’s wa
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Simon looked out from the throne at the gathered orcs. He was nearly as physically strong and powerful as an orc himself now. He sat shirtless upon the throne, his waist wrapped with a white fabric and fastened with an ornate golden clasp. Nearly every guard in his court had offered him their seed, begged him for the chance to serve. They were rough, over-eager brutes when they were rutting, but the power they gave him was exquisite. “By law,” Orc Magister Sylas grumbled from his furry pig
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The two wolves snarled and growled in anger. Their mouths pulled back, exposing rows of sharp teeth, then they were upon each other again trying to gain the advantage. The neck was the spot to grab, a place to assert control and dominance. Finally, Connor succeeded in grappling the other wolf and forcing him to the ground. His father’s wild eyes rolled and looked up at him as he was held down by the neck on the cold stone floor. In time, Connor released his father and the old wolf slunk awa
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Amos’ eyes came open slowly and he took in his surroundings. There was still pain in his head and his body ached horribly. He looked at the wooden rafters overhead and could not recall how he had arrived in his current situation. There had been much walking and when he could no longer walk, they had placed him in a travois. The entire city was a smoking ruin on the horizon. Amos felt a tear fall from his eye and suddenly wanted not to remember any more. “Lie still,” a woman spoke, “take it
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Simon groaned in agony, his teeth clenched and his hands balled into fists. Tears leaked from his eyes, leaving tracks across his dirty cheeks. His mind tried to transport elsewhere, anywhere else but in the present… The orc king had paid Simon little attention in the days that followed his purchase. Simon was put to work just as any other human was made to work and serve in the orc king’s kitchen and wait staff. The orc king’s human steward, Swain, would issue orders to the staff an
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Added my rough map that I use for reference on the story page. The Votu Alliance is a little cramped on the page, because I made the other side too big and ran out of space. So, I apologize for my terrible art skills! LOL
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All things considered, Simon needed a moment to adjust to being alive again. Simon had managed to dry himself and found his bag full of supplies. He felt ravenous and began hauling out dried meats and fruit to munch on while he considered all the fantastic things he had witnessed. Yidian was waiting patiently, silent in his mind, but also easier to detect than before. Simon could feel the magic within him more clearly and Yidian’s presence coiled like a viper around that magic well. “I used
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“Bring me another,” Auren Qualls spoke in a weary voice, his index finger and thumb pinched the bridge of his nose trying to alleviate the ache in his head. Two soldiers trudged off as directed toward the cages where prisoners were being held. Auren extracted the tube from the latest victim’s neck, shifted the table and watched the body slide off into the pit that had been dug for this exact purpose. There was a sickening smack of flesh on flesh as the latest corpse joined the others. Servants s
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“Do you know what we are talking about, or not?” Yidian asked in frustration. “I told you I know the way,” the tiny flying woman with butterfly wings answered, “But a few more coins might make it easier.” “How about you show us the way and we won’t pluck each of your wings off one at a time.” “So testy…” the fairy recoiled. She had introduced herself as Tulip, when Yidian had first solicited her services as a guide in Volox Ofoon. A decision they were quickly regretting. Volo
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I've been thinking, need to find a way to digitalize the map I've drawn so I can post it with my story. Helps me keep track where everyone is and where they are going 🤪
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‘A Sweetheart’s Tears’ from the Tales of Meridiah: “Long ago in a kingdom far away lived a beautiful princess. The princess had many servants whom she treated with kindness and generosity, and she was much beloved by her people. Above all others, the princess loved the young gentleman who tended the stables, Theobard. Theobard would teach her to ride horses, and as they stood together he would gently stroke her long flowing hair. The princess longed to be with Theobard, but she was betroth
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For days the drums had sounded outside the city of Southport. The constant pounding and the relentless siege upon the city’s walls made all the citizens restless and uneasy. From the highest tower in Southport, you could see the army of Lord Byron stretching out across the plains and over the horizon. He had countless men at his disposal to continue their attack upon the city until it crumbled before them. Southport had a few major advantages, their ships and high walls. They still held the harb
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After dinner was over, Connor was led by his burning silver collar to a large open space on the second floor of the house. The room was clearly of custom design at the center of the house with no windows and large heavy doors. Madame Beech was there waiting with four of her serving staff and they presented goblets of mead to Malachi and all his guests. Connor was chained roughly to the wall and denied any of the sweet nectar. “This is our sanctuary,” Malachi spoke pointedly to Connor, “Our
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A soft drizzle of rain covered everything with a dripping sheen and gray clouds moved unhurriedly overhead. Simon was grateful for the rain, he’d not seen any in ages and, aside from the discomfort of wet clothing, it was a welcome sight. The dreary sky backlit the small community as it sat perched atop a large drop on the far side. The houses nearest the cliff were large and ominous in the overcast afternoon. “Graymere Falls,” Connor whispered as if contemplating what they would find there
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The city of Mayweather was split into two sections on either side of the Belamere river, with New Mayweather on the west bank and Mayweather on the east. The town, like Belamere’s Crossing, was a prosperous town because it had a way to forge the wide river by means of ferry. But over the years New Mayweather had grown and become home to the wealthy and privileged while the original town of Mayweather was left impoverished and run down. Many had come to fear crossing in Mayweather because they we
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Connor felt the excruciating pain of his bones breaking and snapping back into place as he emerged from the maw of the hairy beast. He was soon standing completely naked in his own living room and feeling quite sore and stiff. He looked around at the scattered mess he’d left as a wolf but was grateful he woke in his own home for once. Simon was heating water and he took the bucket to the washing basin to fill it. “Warm bath?” Simon asked, “Get some of that goo off of you.” “Yes, please
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The afternoon sun was just dropping below the tree line of the dense forest and the shadows cast were long across the dry packed dirt road. Simon had cleared a small area to camp, and he was intently carving with a small knife into some dry logs. He had been traveling for three days and he had not heard from Yidian since the incident. Simon realized that deep down he didn’t want to hear from the smug and satisfied demon and wondered if perhaps he was subconsciously silencing the beast within. In
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Warm candlelight illuminated the dim space around Auren Quall’s desk. Over his desk were stacked books and various potions and tinctures he had created by experimentation. In his hand he held a letter from Lord Byron expressing his distinct displeasure with Auren’s current course of action. Byron and his forces had successfully eliminated the town of Eastwood and were waiting not far to move upon their next target. Auren sighed before burning the letter and then he pulled a handful of runed ston
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Cliff made a third circle around the block and finally made a conscious effort to park on the street. He killed the engine to his GMC Sierra 1500 and looked nervously at the house across the street. It was a squat, single-story house with dirty white siding, and all the windows had cheap looking vinyl blinds blocking any view inside. It was nearly dusk and still no lights appeared to be on inside. Anxiously he opened his app and saw the various images of men update to his new location. BWC
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As the iconic “Ta-Dum” sounded on the streaming service, Cliff absently opened the lock screen on his phone. He hesitated momentarily, his focus strayed to the television screen where they were recapping the most recent shenanigans of Grace and Frankie. He continued to listen, but his head turned left, then right, scanning the hallway and the front door. He was alone. His heart thudded slightly faster in his chest as he flicked past a few screens and found the app for which he was looking.
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Cliff always considered himself a straight guy with a nice girlfriend, but temptations arise as he scrolls through gay dating apps. Will acting on these urges satisfy his curiosity or send him down a new path?
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The room felt like it was spinning and he was drifting on an ocean of sheer bliss. Simon bounced up and down, his ass slapping wetly against the man beneath him. Yidian was already feasting greedily on the four loads Simon had taken from three different soldiers and Simon was working for a fifth load from the man beneath him. It was the same man with the long cock that had fucked him the night of his possession. His name, Simon had come to learn, was Fagan. Fagan let out a moaning, yelling
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Simon’s eyes flew open, and he sat bolt upright in bed. He was in his room at the manor and the curtains had been drawn back admitting bright sunlight. The polite butler was standing there with a nervous smile. “Cuthbert?” Simon asked, “How did I…?” “I’m sorry to open the curtains, young master,” Cuthbert explained, “You were so sound asleep, almost like the dead! When it reached midday, I thought I should rouse you.” “Midday?” Simon held his pounding head and squinted against the
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