Celian

I don't think Thokk ever thought he might one day do something like this. Thokk will be in a great position for a lot of things, that for sure.

With his face buried in his hands, Thokk sat in the library. The artificially dry air scratched in his throat; someone’s quill scratched across paper; and somewhere nearby, though out of sight, two people were whispering to each other. He couldn’t find a solution. His final exams were coming up in a few weeks, and he couldn’t estimate the likelihood that he’d remain under Gash’s authority for a few more years. It would be perfectly normal if that were the case, and then he’d be hardly

"If you want to rule a country, you must know it. Look at the map and tell me what you notice." "Hmm. Darkmoore is almost square." "Right. What else?" "Darkmoore is pretty big." "Right. I don't have the numbers in mind, but after Rockvalley, it's the largest of the Eastern Kingdoms." "Even bigger than Whitehill?" Surprised, Romy looked at Sam who nodded. They were standing in front of a huge map of the Eastern Kingdoms, painted on the wall of one of the libraries. "

I would say we're getting there. I didn't want it to be that much of a surprise, only for Thokk, who's a tad blind on that stuff Wait and see. I promise we see Korgar again. That's a truly interesting question, something we can't know as of now. We saw some sort of interest, but whether this is about the orcish things or just the unknown or indeed Thokk himself... we don't know.

Frustrated and annoyed, Thokk sat at the table, listlessly pushing the food on his plate back and forth. Thick, meaty mushrooms cooked in their own juices, purple bitter spinach, and fresh, salty water beans were actually quite a delicacy, and he didn’t want to seem ungrateful to Khartikk, who had brought the meal from the food stalls—obviously one of the better ones—but ever since Thokk had returned from his journey and spoken with Gash, Gash had been telling everyone about Thokk’s studies.

Let's hope they take his approach seriously first of all...

He's most of all curious. I guess he knew his grandmother was a rose, but never really thought about/realized what that implied. Absolutely this. ❤️ I spent so much time on research about genetics and radiation to put a proper "realistic" scientific background to this world's lore, it's insane 😅

Thokk hated the surface, and late summer was, in a way, even worse than spring. The dry heat was taking its toll on his skin, which had once again taken on that sickly gray-green hue and was constantly itchy and tight; his lips had become chapped and were constantly sticking to his tusks. Everywhere, there were suddenly insects buzzing about. And the humans—may the Old Mother have mercy—they stank. The stench of sour sweat, musty, damp clothing, and heated filth seemed to cling even to the small

Thank you, I hope you'll enjoy.

"Shields suck." "Shields can save your life." "With a two-handed, I've got a bigger range, so fuck you." "I quote: such a sword arm is faster off than you think. And you can also attach a shield to your arm stump." "Fuck you." "Shield up." "Sam's right, you know, Owen?" Franz interfered when Owen reluctantly lifted the shield because Sam at the same time put the heavy two-handed sword in attack position. "As if you were the most competent here to judge." Henry

"Do you know how to do a woman's hair?" Without opening his eyes, Sam frowned. "That's a pretty strange question." "No, it isn't," Romy gave back pointedly. "Why are you asking me anyway?" "Because Jonas has his day off and today witches traditionally don't use magic." "He has his day off just when you're completely helpless without your magic?" Sam opened his eyes just in time to see Romy take a bowl of cold water and pour it out over his head. "Wah!" He shook himself.

He will stay an issue for another while, I'm afraid... Yeah, why not? 😅 Don't think Remy could handle as much. Wait and see I don't think you can cure morning grouches with medication but maybe worth a try? On that note, maybe we could put something in Anduin's coffee so he's not bothering anyone during the day...

you accidentally commented under the story, not the chapter

❤️ There will be "consequences" later on How can you not be honest with her? She's amazing. (Remarkable for a character I only created because I thought this world needs more lesbians^^) Be careful with that little seedling of hope.

Cain was standing at the stove, of course, though his posture clearly showed he was in pain. After yesterday’s argument, Remy hadn’t expected Cain to withdraw, but the grumbled “Morning” already spoke volumes. “Morning,” he replied, his voice a little flat. Marc, who was standing by the coffee maker, just grunted. The morning grouch must have slept poorly if he was here this early, which didn’t surprise Remy either. The sour look he got, on the other hand, did. “Morning.” Flavi