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    vaands reacted to Mazon in Short Story Entry - Mazon   
    Crinkling under my feet, the defiled floor and raunchy cell were dry from a long summer with little precipitation.  Dust filled arid air made it hard to breathe; my throat was on fire every time I gulped in a breath.  I was the only “person” inside the jailhouse; and there were no visitors because no one cared enough to remember where I had gone, or I made them forget.  How long had I been away from my family, 2 years, no now it had been 3.  I loved them all, but I was so different from them, and not content to just be.
     
    Click, click, clack; the muffled sounds of the lock mechanism on the outer cell gate brought me back from my thoughts.  Soon there was the sharper clack, clack, click as a guard turned a key, entering into this wing of the jail.  There was no tray in his hand; no gristle meant I was getting a beating, or my trial had come.  If it was the beating, they could have waited for my caked blood to be cleaned from my fur.  My once beautiful fur, was now brittle just like the hay on the floor.
     
    As the key turned in my cell, I saw the eyes of the guard, they burned with hidden anger.  Being drug from my cell, I could only surmise I was headed for my trial, because normally the guard's eyes were full of life for the beatings they handed to me.  But we weren’t moving towards the hall of justice.  Instead I was ushered into a single tidy office, with a table that I could barely see over.  Behind the desk was a man who looked used to getting his way.  I didn’t know much about military prestige but the more than few decorations across his lapel was noted that this man knew how to survive.
     
    Most of what was said didn’t register to me, but at the end I knew I had a choice before me.  It wasn’t just for that night I spit on that Arkon worshipping crusader; no I was paying for all my past crimes.  Somehow even in death Gaea was trying to teach her lessons.  The decision was easy, I was a survivor just like the Captain, and I made the only choice that let me survive.  I chose to enter into military service for the kingdom of Deopolis.
     
    Company H, nicknamed the “Hostile Hamsters”, was a sapper company.  While I may not like the name, or my job, the colors on our banner suited my complexion just fine.  They were a dark brooding blue, which went well with my darker tone and nature.  Our marching orders had come, and we were moving with the regiment to siege a castle.  My job would be to break in under the wall and create weak spots before the catapults let loose their balls of flame.
     
    Pockets of fighting were going on everywhere, and the squad I was assigned to, was tasked with the back wall.  We were staging our explosives when a commotion was noticed near the tree line.  Screams were heard, before we saw the monster, it was an Urbear, and it was hungry.  I felt as if it was looking directly at me, before it began barreling towards me.
     
    Fighting one on one against a bugbear wasn’t what I had in mind when I agreed to serve Deopolis. Everyone in the squad left the chaos of the wall, trying to retreat; the Urbear pursued me.  I tried to yell, but our voices don’t carry far, and the dense foliage made it hard to see someone so small.  One thought kept recurring in my head; survive.  Running from the bear I dropped a few bombs along the way, hoping she would give up.  Understanding has always been something I like to have in my life, but I can’t understand this; why does a daughter of Gaea come after me, like I’m the person who did Gaea harm.  Maybe the rumors were true, our world was being overrun by this “hunger” causing all creatures to slowly lose themselves.
     
    Golden brown shifted to dark green, and blending in with the forest floor, the vine was hiding in plain sight.  It was too late by the time I realized what was a mere foot from me, I was already sprawling forward rolling to a stop.  Just enough time for the Urbear to catch me.  Quickly getting situated, I raised my sword in a defensive posture, but that was quickly flung from my grasp.  Time was lost to the battle that ensued; I rolled, dove, and even jumped on the back of the Urbear trying anything and everything to wear it down.  I was all too familiar with what was happening, I could smell it first, and then came the warmth.  My fur could never get a break; the blood was spilling out of my stomach and pooling around me.  With my warmth spilled, and no hunger for my bones, the Urbear withdrew to find it’s next victim.
     
    Nails digging into the earth, I began to crawl.  Shifting over the rocks I came to a small stream and cupped my hand.  The water was rejuvenating.  I kept moving along the stream, wondering if this was my death march.  While making noise is hard for us, hearing is one of our precious gifts.  Eventually the majestic roar of the ocean tingled my ears.  I took another drink of the life giving water and kept crawling.  It was getting later, and having breached the ocean’s welcoming dune I noticed the stars above.  I layed down on the beach chilled from the night's air, bloody from the battle, but so tired that it didn't take me long to fall asleep.
     
     
    I awoke from my dream, and it was morning.
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    vaands reacted to Alyriel in The Unquiet Thralls - part one   
    “How often must I tell you Bez?  I’ve shown you this time and again.  Before the second quenching, and before I bind in the thralls, see, you got to keep folding the base metal.   First you keep folding it for three full days and nights.  That’s when its light and then its dark, three times.  Follow me?  You can keep track of that by looking out that window over there.  See it?  And no stopping. Heat, hammer, fold, hammer again, repeat.  Only after that do I forge weld the edging and bind the thralls.”  The blacksmith paused, seeing if his words would sink in.
     
      
    “You don’t eat, for the gods’ sakes,” he continued.  “You don’t sleep.  Far as I know you don’t custard.  We’ve shared the images more times than I can count.  I cannot understand why this so confusing for you.”  The master blacksmith grunted in disgust and wiped his dirty hands on his even dirtier leather apron.  In frustration he looked down at the plans and pages of alchemical notes sitting atop his work bench.  “May the Voiceless One deliver me from all simpletons.”  He said under his breath.
     
    Bezalel, being mute as most thralls are, stood unblinking, gazing without expression at his master.  Telchar examined his thrall’s features for another moment, wondering as he sometimes did whether there could be more going on there beneath the surface.  Maybe more than any crow suspected.  He’d seen hints at odd times, the merest suggestions, that maybe, maybe…but whatever.   Speculation was meaningless if the godsdamned thrall couldn’t follow his simple instructions.  He decided to make one more attempt at instructing through the psychic link he’d established with his thrall.  In his experience, it was a fool proof way to communicate instructions to thralls.  And it worked.  At least, it worked for him in every instance except this one.  He could not make Bezalel understand that the blade’s metal must be set first before the captive thrall was bound and the enchantments could be placed.
     
    Telchar concentrated hard, forming a moving mental image of the folding process.  He picked at it, cleaned it up, condensed it to the bare essentials, then added the image of Bezalel going through the motions.  When he was satisfied with it, he looked Bezalel in his unblinking eyes and thought in that certain way, twisting his mind, sending the moving images into the thrall.  Bez blinked, but gave no other sign that he’d received, much less understood, the instructions.  
     
    And that was the rub.  Telchar was certain the instructions were getting through.  For some reason, though, the thrall continually failed to complete the work.  Bez would succeed in separating the soft iron from the pig, and then stop.  Stop and just stand there, looking at him as if waiting for something else.  
     
    Finally, satisfied that he had done the best he could, Telchar made a few quick handsigns that sent Bez back to work.  This time, hopefully getting the process right.  
     
    This had to work; it was his big chance.  After so long apprenticed, he’d gained the freedom to strike out on his own.  Open his own workshop, accept his own commissions, hopefully win a large contract from one of the influential fighting companies that served the Lord of Shadows.  He had exactly eight more days to complete this order and firmly establish his place in the hierarchy of blacksmiths.  Problem was, these new, higher end thralls just didn’t take to the old bindings as they should.  Everyone was clamoring for the high level enchantments, super strength and all that.  A few smiths so far had realized some success, but not many, and, so he’d heard, their gear wasn’t lasting any longer than his.   If he could manage to figure out the problem and fix it, he would be an instant success.   However,  if he couldn’t start delivering he’d be out of business quicker than he could blink.  Getting this order finished and delivered was the first, most important step in securing his future.  
     
    He could see it now, the vision unfolding before his eyes.  He would start out small, see, crafting a only a few weapons for some carefully picked, well placed crows.  Just a few they’d be, but oh such fine, unparalled examples of his craft.  Quality unsurpassed.  Those influential crows whom he chose to provide with his wares, why, they’d instantly see his worth, his mastery.  They’d tell their friends how one of Telchar’s swords had saved their arses in some scrap or other.  Unburdened some warlord’s shoulders of the weight of his oversized head.  You want to win, they’d say, you want your blade to cleave straight through someone’s guts and not get all hung up on a stray rib, why then you go to my mate Telchar.  Worth his salt and then some, he is.  Not as old maybe, nor as experienced as that hamfisted oaf of a blacksmith Dartel down the road.  But oh my yes is he good.  Best in these here parts, they’d say.  And thank the Voiceless Lord he’s with us and not making weapons for Baron Harkness.  
     
    By then, he’d be picking and choosing his commissions.  Why, they’d be begging him for the honor of doing work for them.  He’d write his own checks then, he would.  He’d be more in demand than the best scented girls from Enid’s House of the She Wolves.  
     
    But first, he thought with an inner sigh, he had to get this order done, and done well, done and out the door.  Without the final payment for that, he wouldn’t be keeping this shop for much longer.  Duke Gord, that tyrant, wasn’t cheap when it came to renting a spot in his free trade emporium.  But it was the absolute best spot for trade in any land under the Lord of Shadow’s dominion.  This was the place where Telchar would make his mark.  
     
    So much riding on this order.  So much, and only his own broad shoulders to bear the load.  And if the Duke weren’t enough to worry a poor dwarf just trying to make his way in the cruel world, well, lets just say that getting your start in business, even for a dwarf as skilled with his hands as was our Telchar, sometimes you have to deal with the less savory characters in the world of finance.  The sort that expected to be paid back exactly on time, as verbally agreed (nothing on paper for this lot, oh no).  Or else something unfortunate might just happen to those skilled hands of yours.  Very regrettable.
     
    He rustled through the notes on his work bench, trying to find his place again.  The alchemical squiggles danced before his eyes until he could hardly separate one symbol from another.  Working with his hands, working through his hands in some quasi spiritual way that he really couldn’t express even to himself, had always been Telchar’s passion.  He was at home working with metal.  Ha, that was a good one.  His home was, in fact, where he worked with metal.  Sleeping on a cot right there against the wall opposite the forge.  Nice it would be, he thought, for keeping him warm in winter.  Though in summer’s heat, as now, it was just the least bit uncomfortable.  It also tended to scent the air of the shop with that lived in odor.  Gave it some character, he thought to himself.  But that only showed his dedication to his craft, it did.  And anyways, once he’d made a name for himself, once they all learned to appreciate his skills at the forge, he’d be able to afford a nice cottage.  Maybe even a villa over on Caelian Hill.  Ah, he could almost see it now.  
     
    But alchemy and binding the spirits of thralls was all the rage these days.  If you wanted the absolute best enchantments, you simply could not avoid it.  And that meant straining his overworked brain through six dimensions trying to make sense of book after endless book recording the arcane ramblings of some overfed navel gazing  greybearded wizard-alchemists.  Tough going for someone who had only a grudging acquaintance with the written word.  I mean, words were there.  You’d find a lot of them if you looked in the right places – like these books.  But that didn’t mean you had to like them.  And he’d be thrice damned and thrown into the void before he’d hire some snot nosed apprentice from the mages academy to read to him.
     
    He had just puzzled his way through a binding that claimed it would increase a sword wielder’s strength ten fold – unless it conjured a few giant flesh eating snakes at his feet to swallow him whole (could go either way from where Telchar was standing) when his door swung open with such force the whole shop shook.
     
    Don’t know why he bothered opening the godsdamned door at all, some detached corner of Telchar’s mind thought, as the tall figure crashed in through his front wall.  After that decidedly inauspicious entry, the figure stood – easily twelve feet tall if he was an inch – blank look on his face, as if wondering how he’d gotten there, or trying to remember why he’d come.  Or maybe in vague surprise that he hadn’t brought the roof down on himself.  
     
    Everyone knew these Champions weren’t the brightest of crows.  Trying to divine what one might be thinking at any given moment was either absurdly simple, or impossible for any other sentient creature, depending on the circumstances.  On the battlefield, for instance, you’d be pretty safe assuming thoughts along the lines of kill crush rend blood blood soak in blood I kill everything.  In this particular instance however, recognizing the behemoth and also, with a slight cringe, recognizing the two pieces of the axe he held in his huge hand, Telchar felt he could probably piece together the thoughts making their painstakingly slow way through the mush between the giant’s ears.  Neither Telchar nor the thoughts were happy.  
     
    “Lilli axe you make break”, the Champion began helpfully, his deep voice reverberating off the remaining three walls.  He stepped forward with plenty of menace.  Fortunately Telchar had already gotten himself up to speed on this point.  He’d considered getting up to actual speed, out the door in fact, or out the wall in this case, since the doorway was rather poorly defined just now.  But Telchar dismissed that thought quickly.  One hundred percent customer satisfaction was his motto.  Actually his motto was payment up front before work begins.  But he knew how to deal with dissatisfied customers.  He’d gotten quite a bit of experience at that recently.  This wasn’t the first broken item to return his shop in the past few weeks.  Generally in the hands of people whose first, and only, response to disappointment was violence.  
     
    So...dealing with the insufficiently satisfied customer.  You had to bluff, see.  Play it off as not so much a defect as just bad luck really.  Blame the circumstances, the weather, the gods, anything except yourself.  Because it wasn’t your fault, was it.  Your work was perfect.  It wasn’t your fault the misuse its owners put the poor sword through after it left your shop.  Offer to fix the piece, at cost of course, no extra charges.  That’s right, for you I’ll throw in labor costs free, gratis like.  Though I do have this important commission in hand just now, from His Lordship.  You understand.  I’d have to take on extra staff to get that done at the same time as your repair.  So while you’re waiting for the repair, sir – and let me tell you sir, it will be as good as, no, better than new it’ll be, I guarantee it - while you’re waiting sir let me show you this positively beautiful shiny new mace.  Right over here sir.  Why it’s a perfect fit for your hand.  And the balance!  Just feel that.  Could have been made just for you, its that good a fit.  And knowing your unfortunate situation as I do sir, why, I’ll make you a deal of this mace.  Yes, that I will.  Its yours for cost plus 10%.  For one of my best customers, I can do no less.  No, no, no, please, don’t thank me sir.  It’s the very least I can do.  
     
    Telchar broke off this train of thought when he realized his feet were no longer in contact with the ground.  In fact he was quite a long ways up, higher than your average dwarf usually gets in a lifetime.  The view from up here really was astounding.  Everyone looked like…no, wait, those were ants.  He must be getting lightheaded as the pressure from the giant’s hand around his throat cut off most of his air supply.  
     
    He felt himself moving, opened his eyes again.  He could see nothing but face.  Huge eyes that now looked dangerously focused, a nose with nostrils large enough to shove cows up, mouth you could probably drive a wagon through, and from which spewed, like a tornado in a sewer, the most foul breath he’d ever experienced.  You couldn’t even imagine breath this foul.  Midden heaps must have their agents hire Lilli as a consultant for advice on getting that decaying wyvern poorly made socks smell just right.  The pungency didn’t so much bring tears to his eyes as create a waterfall.   His tears splashed into the Champions cavernous mouth as he spoke.
     
    “Lilli axe Narg head break.  Lilli kill Narg with stick.”  The Champion held up his other hand in front of the dwarf’s face, exhibiting a tree branch as thick around as Telchar’s chest.  Partially congealed blood slowly dripped down from one end.  “You fix Lilli axe.”  The giant started to push Telchar away and towards the ground, none too gently either, then seemed to reconsider and quickly pulled him back.  Telchar wondered if he’d gotten whiplash.   Apparently the giant felt the need to offer a few parting words of wisdom.  “Lilli want axe fix.”
     
    The pressure on Telchar’s throat was suddenly gone.  He took a deep breath that was wasted when the ground slammed into his back.  When he could breathe again, the Champion’s face once more filled his field of view.  The only thing he felt he had to be thankful for was that the giant couldn’t bend down far enough to impose his toxic exhalations on him again.  
     
    “Lilli come back for axe,” he said.  “Lilli get good axe fix”.  The Champion flung the two-piece axe down beside Telchar, barely missing his arm, and stalked out the wall.
     
    After a difficult moment, Telchar picked up the axe pieces and placed them carefully on his work bench.  All his alchemical papers were gone from the table top, scattered around the room.  Most  seemed to have been trodden on by Lilli, and were now covered in gory footprints of a distressing color.  Probably for the best, he thought.  If one of those bindings went wrong, he’d have someone like Lilli in here menacing him with giant snakes and demanding recompense for his missing toes. 
     
    Telchar carefully examined the axe blade itself,  its cross section along the line of the break.  He checked the visible patterns in the steel, tested its strength, examined the pins connecting it to the haft.  That he didn’t find anything wrong was no real surprise.  This was the fourth broken weapon to be returned to him this month, and he was confident that in no instance had his metalworking been to blame.  For all his faults, and he tended to be honest with himself at least, he knew the physical aspects of his craft.  No, the problem was the same here as he’d begun to suspect in the other cases.  Bindings.  Those damned bound thralls.
     
    He got out his spirit lens and examined the pieces.  Yep, the thrall was gone.  In fact it looked as if it had fought its way out.  But he had made sure the binding was perfect this time.  It had been one of the new fangled ones, using a wild but still reputedly reliable thrall.  But still a simple example:  nothing should have gone wrong.  Yet it had.  
     
    He had to figure out how to make these new high-powered bindings work, or he was out of business.  And probably out of his skin once Lucky Sam got wind of things.  His loan was due next week, and he owed Lucky Sam more money than was healthy.
     
    He noticed belatedly that the sound of hammer ringing on steel had stopped.  Bezalel stood staring at him, sword blade left to reheat in the fire.  Telchar felt something tickling at the edges of his thoughts.  But he didn’t have time for this.  He angrily motioned Bez back to work and retreated to his cramped office in the back room.  He’d take it from the start, recheck all his formulas, go over every step in the binding.  He must have done something wrong.  The answer had to be there somewhere.
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    vaands reacted to Akineko in Short Story Entry - Never again   
    Never again
     
    I remember.
    Not my last days. Not even my first ones. But bits in between.
    Sunlight on mountaintops. The sky, filtered through layers of leaves. Blue in green in white. Clouds driving shadows across the land.
    Not my first world. And not my last.
    The sound of war horns and trampling feet. The screaming of dying horses. Red on black on gray. The sound of toppling stones and breaking bones.
    Not my first body. But there will never be a last one.
    Never again.
     
    I feel grass beneath my fingers. Earth between my toes. Wind in my hair.
    Silence before the storm.
    I draw upon those feelings. Let the wind sing through me. Be grounded, be strong and lithe as the willow. We may bow, but we will not break.
    Not again. Never again.
     
    Let the dance begin anew. Let them hear your voice, young one.
     
    I break through the underbrush, my feet guide me, the voice of the bear pulls me onwards. I will fall upon them like a wolf. My brothers and sisters beside me, their eyes glitter in the night. One scream from hundredth lips, one howl to the moon.
    We are the pack, and they scatter before us like leaves in the wind. Like sheep before the hunter.
    I draw upon the earth, I sing the song of wind and thunder. I dance between their swords of iron. My staff is a blur, my feet beat the rhythm.
    I will break and I will mend. I will heal and I will injure.
    Let them hear my voice and tremble.
    This, I will not forget. This, I will carry with me, in my crows heart, on wolfs feet and into the dark. I am the earth's daughter, I am the child of wolf and bear, I am blessed and I am left alone.
    Gea guide me, for my path is shrouded in shadow.
     
    May Malekei never haunt your dreams, young one.
     
    Fires in the night.
    The smell of iron and fear.
    The trees tried to warn us. The wind tried to shield us. They came with fire and steel, they did not care for the holy ground and the sacred grooves.
    They broke and razed and burned. They killed the bears and the wolfs, the warriors and priests. Blood upon the bark.
     
    I lied.
    I still see it, when I close my eyes.
    I still see it, every time I lift my staff. Blood of my blood, bark and wood and leave. Last piece of my world. Last piece of my life.
     
    Take up the staff. Blood of her blood, earth's daughter, blessed by Gea. Druid. Take up the staff, young one.
     
     
    I died that night. And I will die again.
    Fires and iron and fear. A thousand lives and more. A thousand worlds.
    But for now, I live. We live.
    Victorious.
    A group and a pack, leaves of one branch, brothers and sisters. Not blood of my blood. But warmth and shelter and home. Almost.
    We will lick our wounds, mend our bones and return to the woods. We did our duty. He will not forget. But he will leave us be. For a day. For a week. For one worlds lifetime.
    We cannot see the greater picture. Only he himself sees the strings, every knot and branching of the web. He will guide us.
    Whispers in the dark.
     
    Do you want to live? Will you heal, or will you break?
    Do you want revenge?
     
    Do not stand at our grave and cry, young one.
    We did not die.
     
    Hands in my hands. Green eyes and gold and amber.
    A cats grin and sunlight in your hair.
    I will follow you, shadow you, take your back.
    You will lead me and drive me and be my friend.
    When I first, second, opened my eyes after death, you found me. Another day, another world. You had a different body and I had a reborn soul.
    You followed the threads of the web and I still heard the voice in my ear.
    I do not want his hand to guide us. I will cherish you, not as a pawn in his plan, but a friend at my side.
    Not blood of my blood, but kindred spirit, fellow soul.
    We run in the pack, your hand in my hand, flying and grounded and never alone.
    You made me a promise and I gave you my word.
    Never again will we surrender.
     
    Nobody heard your cries. Come and take my hand, nobody will come to you.
    Follow me.
     
    May Gea guide your feet and shelter you from evil.
    May Malekei never haunt your dreams, young one.
     
    Sparks in the dark.
    Dance around a fire, sing and laugh and twirl.
    You sit across and I watch your eyes. Green and molten gold, willow leaves and amber.
    I will tell you again and again, I will remember.
    I gave you my word and you gave me a promise. You will remember me and I will remember you, for everyone of us forgets our deepest secrets.
    Your eyes were green, and your hair shone like gold, and I will remember it for you.
    I want to dance and sing the songs of old, I want to see the woods again and feel the bark. My heart belongs to the earth, and you hold it for me, because one day I may forget all of my dreams.
    Sparks like stars and fireflies, smoke and ash and cold.
    I do not want to sleep, I do not need to.
    Smoke like a blanket and your hair on my arm, songs of the winter wind and lights in the sky.
    The wolfs sleep and the pack is silent.
     
    Do not stand at my grave and weep,
    I am not there, I do not sleep.
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
    I am the gentle autumn rain.
     
    I still remember.
    The first day and the last. But not everything in between.
    When I open my eyes, I still find you.
    When I close them, the fire is back.
    I left no marks, no graves, no trails in the snow. There is no place for me to pray, and nowhere to weep. There is no home but with you, and I gave you my heart and my dreams and those memories I left behind with my soul.
     
    May Malekei never haunt your dreams, my friend.
     
     
     
     
     
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    Well. It's been some time, since I last wrote a complete story. I'm more of a poem writer - and I think you may notice it ^^°
    btw, for the poem referenced in this work: It's NOT from me, it's a poem wrote by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Look here. I think those english speaking people here may know it, anyways.
    1082 words all, or 1053 without the poem.
    And it's sadly not my mother language so....bear with me.
     
    For all the Dragon Age fans out here, yes, I definitly thought of the Dalish while writing this one.
    May the dread wolf never catch your scent, da'len.
     
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    My entry for the rp-writing competition.
    I appologize if it's not really rp-ish, but thats how my breain works, can't do anything about it. If you see and feel the story, than I did something right
    Enjoy!
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    vaands reacted to Alyriel in Short Story Competition - Alyriel   
    Contest link:  http://community.crowfall.com/index.php?/topic/13363-the-most-awesom-crowfall-compititon-in-the-histori-of-the-wurld/
     
     
    Survival
     
     
    That voice again.     cold cold   Sitting here now, in my small cabin at the foot of the mountain, with the fire beside me, I am warm.  Through the window the last light of a brilliant sunset streams in, warming my outstretched arms as I write.  The shafts of light pass through the flask on my table, some combined effect of the glass and potion it contains, my salvation,  sending a prismatic stream of color against the far wall.   The voice had begun softly, quietly, just after incarnating on Keshet, the world of rainbows.  Such a beautiful world.  A scent like springtime, promising peace and solitude.  I remember thinking I should have felt sad that it was doomed.  I didn’t though:  I had seen it happen too many times before.  The voice had sounded sad though, in my head.     I’d never experienced or even heard of our vessels talking to us, perhaps retaining some sense of self from before we possessed them.  This one did.   As soon as I’d opened my vessel’s eyes, my eyes, for the first time, I’d heard it.   cold im cold   Awakening in the forest clearing, nearly blinded by the horizontal rays of the setting sun, I’d felt warm, so I had dismissed the voice as a stray thought of my own.  Incarnating always leaves you feeling out of sorts at first.  Strange thoughts are common. This time, I had the feeling all the trees, from the centuries old behemoth growing alone in the center of the clearing, to its smallest sisters ringing it round, shared some secret.   Its winter in my lands at home, but a normal winter, not the kind that brings the ultimate fulfilment of the Hunger.  I can look up through cold air, to the highest slope of Etrus and my mountain top citadel, built from the bodies and spoils of dead worlds.  I rarely visit it any more.   Too many memories of too much death and destruction.   im cold   Keshet too was gone now, another world added to our count.  We heroes of the gods.   I remember the last day of Keshet.  I wasn’t with the others at the siege, the final victory to claim the greatest treasures before the world was consumed.  I had an errand of my own.  The chance to accomplish something I’d promised myself.  It was sunset then, also.  And the voice was there.       so cold  and blood and blood   My boots crunched over frozen ruts as I approached the cabin of this man who might hold the final piece in my plan.  I had only rumors gathered over the course of the seasons, painstakingly assembled together into something that might just be truth.  Then I saw him, shifting bales of hay into his small barn.   Prompted by some instinct, he turned.  Saw me.  He knew me for what I was, and charged.  This mundane human who should have trembled at the thought of being in my presence, given unreasoning courage by the sure knowledge of his world’s destruction and his own imminent death.   My foot slipped on the ice as I braced myself.  And then that damned voice in my head again, distracting me.  The man thrust his pitchfork up at my face, but my slip sent me tumbling.  I fell back and watched the pitchfork pass over my head.  I was fascinated by the tines, all rusted over.  What kind of farmer let his tools rust and degrade to such an extent?     so cold  hes dead  am I dead   Even with the end of their world looming ever closer, most humans struggled to complete their familiar daily rituals.  As if clinging to the commonplace could save them.  It couldn’t.  Nothing could save them.     I used to wonder, back before the banality of it all had drained me of empathy and left me jaded, I wondered if the gods themselves would stop this endless destruction if they could.  Perhaps some of them, two or three, would have, back in the beginning.   Maybe.  But now I believe they’ve all become consumed by the endless quest for power and resources, anything that could lift them above their peers.   I landed on the ground.  The farmer off balance, falling toward me.    it hurts.  why am I so cold.  why all the death   As he fell, I pulled the dagger from my boot top just below my knee.  It was long, and a good one.  Telchar had forged it for me when we first reached this world.  He knew his work; he was one of the best.  Shame to sully it with the blood of this nobody farmer who’d be dead soon enough anyway.      The farmer knew it; I could see his knowledge of his own death in his eyes.  I judged his fall, snaked my dagger between his ribs, quickly in and out, then pushed him up and back with my legs.  He flew ten feet and landed with a thump on the ground, already dead.   Someone laughed then, and gave a slow mocking clap.  I rolled up onto my feet and leapt back away from the sound.  I landed poised to attack, already fitting an arrow to my bowstring.     “Ah, dearest Sharrow,” he said, stepping out from behind a tree.  “She who alone destroyed the Tarsid Dynasty, assassinating the Emperor Dravis and so artfully implicating the First Families.  Laughing as civil war convulsed a peaceful country.  A glorious tribute to our Trickster god.”   “That was years and worlds ago,” I said emotionlessly.   “And now, nearly brought low by a sickly old farmer.  Sometimes I despair of you, my dear.  Sometimes I truly do.”   I should have expected Seth.  Most favored of the god we both served.  Recently I couldn’t go anywhere without him showing up. I had a clear shot though, and I’ve always hated wasting a good opportunity.  I finished my pull and let the arrow fly.  It passed just above his head, through his hair.  And if it sheared off a dark lock of that hair, he richly deserved it.   He didn’t dodge or even flinch, damn him.  Just stood stock still, with a knowing look.  “Hardly a proper greeting for a dear friend,” he chided me.  “Your attentions were more tender the last time we were alone.”     “We weren’t friends then, Seth.  Only a few night’s indiscretion.”  I could feel my anger rising.  These days, he was the only thing that could elicit any emotion from me at all, anything beyond the desire to find an ending and finally escape.  “And we certainly aren’t friends now.  Why do you insist on playing my constant shadow?”   “My dear, my only love.  If I’m your shadow, then you are without a doubt the bane of my existence.”  He shrugged, looked skyward for a moment, maybe appealing for help from the gods.     He unstrapped his lute from behind his back, tuned it quickly, then strummed a few martial sounding bars.  “You are missing your chance, you know.  We’ve won, the spoils of war are even now being divided.  Everyone vying for the choicest bits to deliver to our Lord of Shadows and gain favor.”  He looked up, gave me a crooked smile, changed the fingering on his lute and played the opening of a carefree tune everyone knew.  “All the treasures you’ve had a hand in winning being divided even as we speak.  That should be enough to tempt anyone.  Yet you’re here.”     “Put the fiddle away, Seth.  There’s no room for bards here,”  I said angrily.   “It’s a lute, my sweet.  Not a fiddle.  Still, a rustic instrument, true – just try finding a decent luthier in this dying husk of a world – but worthy enough in capable hands.  Such as mine.”  He stepped closer, winking at me.  “You know I’ve capable hands.”   I patted his cheek and stepped away, speaking softly and letting a whisper of regret enter my voice.  “Not nearly as capable as you imagine.”     He looked hurt, very briefly.  Good.  I wanted to hurt him.  He closed his eyes, then smiled his insufferable smile.     “Sharrow, ” he began, running a hand through his hair and wincing.  “I could scarce believe when I saw you really had decided not to join us in destroying Tar Disen, the very last city standing on this doomed world.  They’ll be busy dividing up the spoils from now until the White Mist devours all.  Treasures for us all to take back.  Yet you elect to waste your last day here, doing…what? Killing the last dregs of survivors, doomed to die anyway?”   I pushed past him, walking over to the dead farmer as he lay in the blood darkened snow.  Winter had not been kind to him; you could say I’d done him a mercy.  Sallow skin, emaciated face, skeletal frame.  I marveled that he’d even been able to lift that pitchfork.  Bending down, I grabbed the key he wore on a leather thong around his neck.  I broke it off with a quick twist of my wrist, then turned my back on Seth and walked slowly toward the shack.  Inside, under a loose floor stone before the small hearth, I found what I’d been seeking.     I couldn’t fathom how he had come to possess an artifact as valuable as this.  In fact I almost hadn’t come, hardly believing my own conclusions distilled from endless rumors.  Yet here it was, kept by a gaunt, wasted farmer doing little more than waiting for the end.  My Lord of Shadows would glory in it.  But I had no plans to offer it to him.   I went back out through the door, and stopped.     It was here.   I’ve heard it called many things.  The White Mist, the Destroying Wind, the Nothingness.  Even fanciful names like Void’s Breath, or, ironically, Hero’s Welcome.  Ha!  That one I liked, in certain moods.  It seemed each faction among us had their own name for it.  But the Hunger was good enough for me.     Seth had seen it too.  He stood, his back to me, staring at the final approach of the Hunger.  He fears it.  He’d told me as much, in an unguarded moment, as we’d traded intimate secrets in the slow languid time before sleep claimed us both that night.   I think we all fear the Hunger.  But not because it means death for us.  It does, in a way, but probably not the way you’re thinking. Some fear it in anticipation of the pain it promises.  Though it doesn’t kill our immortal souls, passage through the Hunger is not pleasant.  I can’t speak for the others, I can only tell you why I fear it.   It means this is not the end.  We’ve picked this world clean, killed any inhabitants the Hunger didn’t get first.  And now its time for us to go, taking everything we can back with us for the greater glory of our gods.  And it means that soon we shall be sent off again, for more death, more plunder, more destruction.  All for gods who barely acknowledge us.     I had decided I did not want to take part in that any more.     Seth said nothing to me, made no sound as the Hunger enveloped him.  Made no move to run.  He always liked to be in control. Control of himself at least as much as of others.  I realized then that he’d chosen to be with me at the end.  For all his desire for the best of the spoils, he’d come here.   Had our time together been that meaningful to him that he’d want to meet the end here with me?  No.  He must have a reason.  This must be some gambit to gain an advantage.  Something he wanted.  My cynicism has had a long time to grow.     I looked up and saw only white.  No trees, no horizon, nothing left alive.  It was almost like snow, but utterly impenetrable.  It didn’t swirl, though seemed to give that impression.       After another few seconds it was upon me.  I felt cold at first, then warm, warmer, and finally hot as the cursed mist seared my skin, then crept into my bones with its ungentle fingers.  My last thought, as the white consumed everything, was that I would do anything to make this be the last time.       Trying to shake off the memory of the pain, I panic for a second as I rise out of the memory of that last passage through the Hunger.  Realize the heat I’m feeling is only from the fire, not the Hunger.     I am decided though.  The potion I’ve brewed with the ancient relic the farmer had possessed promises me a final release from the constant death and destruction.  I will never raid another world, never pass through the Hunger again.  I will kill no more innocents in pursuit of my master’s goals.  One sip from this, and it will be over.  Slowly, with my eyes still closed, I raise the flask to my lips.   Before I can drink though, I see a vision forming before my mind’s eye.  Does it come from the voice?   Warm now.  I’m warmer.     I see a huge tree, fir I think, standing tall and proud in the midst of its sister trees.  Looking down, I can see beneath the ground to follow the twisted entangling of their roots.  I see warmth pulsing from the outer trees up the roots of the giant.     My trees.  I feel warm.  My warmth returns.     The pulsing warmth gathers at the base of the huge fir, its energy taking on substance and color and definition.  In some way I cannot understand, it beckons me closer.     I live.   The voice.  It was never my vessel.  It speaks.   There is another way…
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    Words, like wind, have powers untold. Some winds are sweet and soft and full of Spring blooms, carrying the hopes and life of a new generation of growth and innocence, and the tidings of a new beginning for all those blessed by its touch; Others are stark, cold, unloving things that give pause to even the heartiest of men. Galeforce and mighty, leaving destruction unmatched by the most wanton of flames. The eldest of my memories are alike in this duality. A gentle Spring air. Hope. Life. A frigid torrent. Despair. Death.
     
    “This man is no longer living. As is this. He as well.” A strident voice rose above the clamor. The fleeting scent of barley and running water escaped my grasp. “Dead. Dead. Dead.” Closer now. The constant, droning tone in my ears began to fade. Sounds were clearer, more acute. My eyes were heavy. To open them was a burden I could live without. “And this? What’s thi…” I awoke fully to see a frail corpse of a man whose grey, sunken face was inches away from my own. He blanched and reeled as I sat up in my cot, casting the makeshift table behind him into rubble. The old man shuffled backwards upon his hindquarters faster than I’d have thought possible, disappearing what I could only assume were the bodies of those pronounced dead moments prior.
     
    Men attending other tasks within the faded, dimly lit tent drew cold steel in an instant.
    “Speak!” The word was repeated a dozen times in the course of a heartbeat from every corner of the room. I looked around wildly, only to realize that every blade was aimed in my direction. “Speak or perish!” A boy aged no more than twenty approached with a fire in his eye, seething and furious. His form belied his resolve. I’d have been the first man to feel the edge of his blade. Not today.
    “Cease!” My voice was faint and faulty and seemed alien to my ear, but it appeared to set each man about me into a trance, if but for a moment. The boy nearest, who moments earlier was prepared to commit violence, dropped his blade. The sound of his steel hitting the frozen earth rang out tersely, as a hammerfall that drove my command to the end. Men scowled, shifted, and returned to their duties, set into motion by some compelling force unknown to me. How queer. My body was stiff and sore. How long had I slept? A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, chief of which must have been: Why have I come to this place?
     
    I took measure of my surroundings properly. The tent itself was large and full of cots. The openings were wide, and the low, faint light of a mid-autumn’s moon could be spotted from the northern side. I counted thirteen men of able body within. At least twenty more lay on cots and mats upon the rushes made of hay and long-grass. These were the men being lorded over by the old grey fellow, I presume. All appeared to have perished in bloody fashion. The air was still and sweet with the scent of frozen decay. I briefly admired the fortitude of those within the tent, when suddenly there came a soft voice from my side.
     
    “I’m sorry for the display friend. You understand?” The lad extended his arm in greeting. We traded grips and spoke for a time. He was seventeen, youngest son of a farmer who lost his life defending his family and stead from a band of roving looters some years ago. The lad had insisted that his name was Craste, which I found to be quite odd. I’d never heard of anyone with the name of Craste. He would not reveal to me if that was his family name or his own. At any rate, he was well spoken for the son of a farmer, and seemed sincere if not somewhat naive. He considered it an honor to be drafted for service, and although he had not yet seen combat, he was eagre and willing for his part. I let him tell his tale and quietly nursed what I could only assume were a set of broken ribs beneath a heavy bandage. After a time, Craste bade me farewell and suggested I turn in as well for the night.
     
    I took stock of my effects under the light of a dying candle which danced madly in my grip. A small pack held naught but three rations wrapped in a flimsy, dirt-stained cloth. A coinpurse lay at my feet. I gave it a quick nudge only to discover that it seemed curiously empty. An old jerkin of boiled leather was also propped against my cot. It bore the emblem of a house unknown to my eye. None of these things looked familiar to me. Reaching under my cot, I found my only possession of value. I gently drew my blade from it’s scabbard and inspected the edge for burrs. The red linen I had tied ages ago to my pommel floated as if enchanted by some unfelt breeze on the air. Upon the ricasso, a black eagle, sigil of my house, perched defiantly. I sheathed my blade, gathered those belongings nearest to me, took a final look upon the forlorn tent that I had called home for the last several hours and set out to find some quarter.
     
    The camp was like many camps hastily organized in times of war. A sea of grey-green tents stretched for about a quarter of a mile. A rough count of nearly 80. Each tent could likely house three men uncomfortably. I’d wager many of these tents were holding near twice that number based on the amount of apparent foot traffic and trash strewn about. Many of the campsites were host to small cooking fires with mates telling tales of glory and riches no doubt. I made my way slowly and deliberately through the maze of lodgings, listening to passers-by in hopes to glean some information that could help me in my current position. I found myself wondering how I could have come to be at this particular place. Who was I fighting for, truly? Did it matter in the end? It rarely does. Men fall like a winter’s snow, though the snow will continue to fall long after we’re all gone.
     
    As I neared the midpoint of my journey through my new home, I came upon a group of hard-worn fellows sitting ‘round a fire. No man spoke. They set their gazes to the flames, somber and distrait. They wore upon their brigandine a badge of some peculiarity. Covering each of their hearts upon their breast was a large golden tree whose leaves reached in an arch over their shoulders. Carved into the grand trunk of the tree was a magnificently ornate hourglass. Each man’s timepiece read differently. The significance of their heraldry, I never came to know. One of their company broke free of his fiery gaze and met my eyes. At once, he smiled and bade me join them. His brothers greeted me one by one, each giving their name in turn.
     
    Among them was a fellow who had an hourglass nearly empty. He looked to be the youngest and most vital of the crew. His face was clean and his hair well trimmed. I noticed that of his band, he was the only with a clean set of clothing. His voice was clear and high, and he spoke, “Tell me, friend, what are you called?” He followed with a merry chuckle, as if playing at some game. “This man is hero” his comrade belted in a broken bastardization of the common tongue. This one was large and bear-like. Coarse black hair sprouted from the collar of his vestments, and covered his massive arms right down to his knuckles. His was an accent I’d not heard before. Exotic, belonging to some far-away land. Laughing still, the first said, “A hero? Would that there were such men left in this miserable place. I’ve not heard tale of a hero in some time.” The foreigner narrowed his eyes at his comrade and turned to face me squarely. He raised his left hand to the sky, bowing his head and remained like this for a moment. Some custom of apology in his lands perhaps? He then repeated, “This man is hero.” and retired to the tent. I was invited to join in his absence and partake in the modest meal that the group was preparing.
     
    After the food and drink were spent, a man with an hourglass three-quarters full suggested that I look to the western reaches of the camp for vacant lodging. The company one by one retired to their tents. Upon giving my farewells, the merry looking man leaned close and whispered, “I know who you are, and I know what you have done, brother.” He would not meet my eye. Who am I? What have I done? Unsure of how to respond, I took my leave with deliberate but cautious haste and headed west through the camp. Most of the fires were out by now, and signs of life were few and far between. The night grew cold, which caused me to quicken my step. When I reached the western reach of the camp, I noticed a large maple standing defiantly amidst the barren landscape. It’s leaves were a deep crimson, lined with a trim of brilliant gold. Weary from a long night of palaver, and sore from injuries I knew nothing of, I settled at the base of the tree and rested my eyes.
     
    I awoke abruptly to the sounds of battle. The morning’s early light was cast through a low-hanging formation of dense clouds, giving the camp an eerie, fiery glow. Wind howled through the branches of the sturdy maple, her leaves whipping madly about. From the furthest eastern front, the sounds of arms and armor, heavy marching feet, and the cries of men about to die could be heard clearly. The wind carried the tides of war to my ear as if with some deliberate intent. I rose swiftly, drawing my blade as I strode towards the clamor. The sky grew darker and darker and I neared the eastern front. The battle was fully joined by this point. The sounds and smells of dying men were in full evidence. A heavy snowfall came suddenly and without warning, blustering and bellowing like a frozen tempest on an icy sea. Not far from where I stood, a faint, sickly blue glow rose from the battlefield.
     
    “Brother, you’ve joined us at last!” a clear, high toned voice rang. Without warning, the chorus of battle erupted about me. The pulsing blue glow stronger now, but masked still by the winter’s storm. I could hear men fall, but was snowblind. Silence then, but for a single beastial tone; The growl of a cornered dog long whipped by it’s masters finally deciding that enough is enough. This foe was no man. The storm gave momentary pause enough to allow me a glimpse at my adversary. Stood before me was some cruel bastardization of what appeared to be an enormous hunting hound. The beast was freakish large, and strafed to and fro with an unnatural gait. Its hunched, lousy shoulders must have measured chest-height on the average man. Slate grey of fur, matted in the blood of countless victims, the creature was cut and mangled all about its body, but rather than blood, a strange, glowing blue substance leaked from wounds that no mortal being could sustain. The hound locked eyes with me and bared its rotten teeth in challenge.
     
    Scattered about the beast’s feet lay the corpses of the men I met the night before. Their proud, golden trees now shredded and bloodstained. A sudden, unexplainable compulsion came about me. This creature was an affront to nature and must be laid to rest. I felt hatred and rage swell within me, but at the same time remorse and sorrow. I raised my blade and prepared to cut the wretched monster down.
     
    “Not today, brother.” A familiar, jovial voice from behind me spoke, “The Lord of Shadows will not allow you to interfere with this world.”
     
    His blade slipped between my ribs before his words escaped his mouth. I was a dead man again. In an instant, the memories of a thousand lives invaded my consciousness. Each memory a crystal clear window to my past. I lived, I fought, I died. Live, fight, die. An endless cycle of war, death, and despair. When my eyes closed upon one world, they opened in the next. At the heart of these toils, my one true lifetime outshone all others. A life of devotion and sacrifice to my Gods. My son’s lives needlessly cut short. My wife…
     
    At the twilight of this newest life of mine, I know a single truth to be self evident. The Gods will pay for their crimes. The spark of life leaves this vessel now and I curse the names of each in turn with my final moments. I will have my vengeance!
     
    “Whoa there, hero! Are you alright?” A booming voice echoed in my skull. Stars danced across my vision. The air was hot and arid. “That was one heck of a fall!” I rubbed my eyes with sandy, thin fingers that belonged to an old man well past his prime. They burned and my tears welled. The confusion set in. I have no memory of this place.
     
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    Crowfall Short Story Competition
     
    Unshackled
     
                                                                                                                                                                            
     
    I have been to countless worlds with a different host, but always the same purpose - to destroy. I have risen to power a thousand times over, but my goal has always been the same - to eradicate. I have lived the lives of my hosts over and over, but never had I lived my own.
     
    I open my eyes to take another look at my surroundings. Blood. It is the same sight that I am greeted with every time I take a moment to take in the environment. It matters not whether the location was a snowy mountain, a quiet forest or even a busy town, everything is always painted with the crimson spatter of blood.
     
    I wish there was something else. Something more.
     
    "Commander, we have the battalions ready to engage. The Archmagi are also ready to lay siege and burn all the inhabitants. We have made sure that there is no escape and no chance for them to reanimate." A soldier informed me. This was the last city within the continent. All the other cities, villages and towns have all been destroyed. Every single man, woman, child and non-human were to be all annihilated and burned to ashes.
     
    Yes, my child. Kill them all. Let their blood soak the ground! The Hunger must be stalled!
     
    The voice echoed within my head, a voice that could never be tuned out, a voice that could never be defied and a voice that held my very soul.
     
    Your will be done, Mistress Yaga.
     
    "All units will engage on my signal." I commanded. A single magical flare and this whole city would be wiped out.
     
    This world was weak. Half of the world was already under my own control. Having the princess of the most powerful kingdom as a host had made the task too easy. Usurping the throne and mobilizing their legions took this world by surprise.
     
    I had felt the feeling of emptiness, guilt and remorse, once upon a time, but after I had ordered billions of lives purged in every single world, there just wasn't much feeling left. Killing and commanding armies was now a reflex that I did not even have to consciously do it to succeed.
     
    This city would burn and then this continent would be cleansed of the Hunger, at least, for a while. I was about to close my eyes and tone out everything when a sound caught my ear.
     
    Laughter.
     
    The soldiers around me waited for the signal to begin the siege, but had no one heard the laughter?
     
    I ignored the calls around me as I made my way into the forest just beyond the city to follow the incessant sound. The siege could wait. The city had been closed off by the blockade, but leaving a living being alive would be detrimental to the cleansing of the land.
     
    The giggling grew louder. I took out my enchanted blade with my right hand while channeling a massive spell with my other. The sound unnerved me for some reason, but I had no reason to stop.
     
    After a minute of going through the trees, there was a clearing. A clearing? There wasn't supposed to be a clearing in this area.
     
    "Hi!" My eyes quickly zeroed in on a person sitting on a fallen log. My first urge was decapitate the small girl and set her remains on fire to save her soul from being reanimated, but it was not just a girl.
     
    I quickly strolled forward, sword returned back in my sheathe and spell in hand dissipated. The girl had glowing tresses of fiery red hair that seemed to shift between all the colors of the morning sun. The huge smile and the olive green eyes sparkling with interest even if the stench of death was nearly everywhere, it was obvious who this was.
     
    "Goddess Cybele." I went down on one knee to show respect for one of the Trinity Goddesses, but that would be the only respect given. "This is not your world, Goddess. Mistress Yaga has taken claim over this realm." The Pantheon of Gods had somehow divided the worlds upon themselves to do what they wished, however, every so often there was a... conflict of interest.
     
    "Shush! Don't talk about granny! She might just appear!" The Virgin Goddess gasped, but it was obvious the she was joking as she continued to giggle.
     
    "Please take my advice and leave, Goddess." I stood up, turned around and began to walk away from the clearing. Nothing ever good came out with dealing with the gods. Nothing.
     
    Before I could leave, the ground shook, the trees rumbled and the winds blew. All of a sudden, I was restrained within vines. I tried to unsheathe my sword and to ignite my magic, but I couldn't do anything. I had the power to destroy and kill billions, but the gods had powers that could wipe out worlds.
     
    "Nuh uh!" The Goddess appeared right in front of me waving a finger, still with her big grin, but I could see the sharpness and intelligence behind her stare. "Aren't you tired of this? All this death and destruction?" Her voice seemed to take a more somber tone, a tone that should have struck a chord within my host's heart, but I felt nothing.
     
    Death and destruction was why I was made. It was why I was created. It was my purpose. I knew there was no point in answering the Goddess as they always could read Crows so very easily.
     
    Crows. Toys of the gods. Playthings and chess pieces to the upper beings.
    Cybele moved closer and touched my armor. I could see my armor and my weapons all dissolve into nothing and was replaced by a simple dress similar to her own.
     
    Warmth.
     
    It was a feeling that I knew of, but could never remember the last time it was felt. For some reason, the Goddess' touch allowed me to feel.
     
    Do not listen to that foolish girl!
     
    I closed my eyes as the scream of the Goddess of Magic echoed sharply in my head. I could feel the power of her magic and the pain that went straight through my vessel. I could feel the blood seeping out my eyes, ears and mouth as Yaga tried to destroy my host in order to retrieve my being.
     
    The pain disappeared all of a sudden and I could feel a warm body pressed into my own. I opened my eyes and realized I was kneeling on the ground with the Virgin Goddess' arms wrapped around my body and the restraints all gone.
     
    "Listen to your heart." Cybele had somehow distorted or disconnected the link to Yaga.
     
    "I have no heart. I am a Crow." A soul taken by the gods and made immortal to do their bidding.
     
    "Not just any. You are one of the few that lasted this long. One of the few Crows that give the gods pause. One of the few Crows that have the capability to ascend." The Virgin Goddess' words somehow empowered me. I knew this was no more than a another game to the gods, but somehow I could not come to care.
     
    "Grandmother has made you too powerful that it has caused you to grow. However, she has also stunted your growth just enough to keep you under control and to keep you shackled." I looked up into Cybele's eyes and the sudden depth in them was just staggering.
     
    I could feel that her words spoke true, the whispering of the Reaper were gone. I suddenly felt conflicted. It was something new, something I have never dreamed of ever having...
     
    ... a choice.
     
    "What do you wish of me, Goddess?" I looked at the Goddess with a blank expression, millennia of being controlled was not easy to dismiss. Along with the feeling of having a choice came the feelings of doubt. Was I about to just exchange one master for another?
     
    "I wish nothing of you. I only wish that you seek your own path. Find your calling while uncontrolled." The Goddess finally let me out of her arms. She looked at me with a knowing expression. "What do you wish for yourself?"
     
    The question gave me pause. What do I wish for myself? I could see memories of the things that I've done, the only things that I've done.
     
    The death of billions.
     
    Burning countless worlds.
     
    Infinite cries in the sea of blood.
     
    Do I wish to continue on with what I have been doing?
     
    The Goddess has given me clarity. The mental restraints from Yaga were all but torn down. I could feel the remorse and the guilt flood me with all the acts I have done in the name of saving the worlds from the Hunger. I knew I could not go only destroying.
     
    "I wish to learn. I wish to grow. I wish to decide for myself." I've been in shackles my whole life and wanted to learn why I had to destroy.
     
    A small smile graced Cybele as she nodded. "So be it." My eyes widened in surprise as the Virgin Goddess gave a swift peck on my lips and suddenly my world exploded. Splashes of colors that I couldn't recognized danced across my vision and I could somehow feel my body being destroyed and reformed all at the same time.
     
    It felt like a century had passed before the colors dissipated and I was left on my knees again, panting for breath right by a lake I did not recognize.
     
    "I have remade you to have your own body, little Crow. I've let you retain your powers, but I have also augmented them with my own." I could hear the Goddess' voice, but could not see her anywhere.
     
    I stood up and gazed into the lake and the reflection of a young lady with milky white hair was in the clear water staring back with soft olive irises. I flexed my arms and channeled the magic that I could feel coursing within my veins. I brought both my hands closer and realized that one hand crackled with raw devastating elemental magics, but the other... the other glowed with the essence of life.
     
    "You need to learn more before ascension, my Druid." Cybele's melodic voice slowly faded into nothing and the only thing left of her presence was several multicolored flowers scattered on the ground.
     
    I looked around and knew that I was deposited in an unknown world, but it mattered not. My will is my own and I shall still battle the Hunger, but in my own way.
     
    I took one flower from the ground and watched as it bloomed by my power and withered away into nothing by my power.
     
    Life and Death.
     
    I have a choice.
     
     
                                                                                                                                                                            
     
    Submission for: Crowfall Epic Short Story Competition
    Words: 1,803
    Archetype - Druid
    Goddess of Magic - Yaga (Formerly shackled to.)
    Virgin Goddess - Cybele (Currently devoted to.)
     
    AN: So, I was a bit bored and this seemed a bit fun to do. I just thought all of this up on the spot and just wanted to share. (Maybe I should have waited and thought about this for a few more days but~ Oh well!)
     
    Hopefully, my spelling and grammar isn't too bad. The spacing after copy pasting from word is dreadful by the way. Not really a writer even though I like writing Fanfiction~
     
    - Sephyxia
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    The Hunt
    “The cold, the blood cold that came when winter decide to make us a visit along with only Valkyn´s knows how much Hunger infected and here I am, tracking a traitor along with my buddies some hours before the end of the world, yep, intense right?”
     
    -Hey Halt, are you getting rusty? I could do that faster you know?
     
    “And that’s Brook, one of the youngest and of course, the dumbiest guy that I know but I can’t say the same about his skills with the bow. Yep, he can shoot a drunk fly that are fifty meters away and that’s the reason he is here.”
     
    -Blood no! I don’t want to get lost in the woods right in the end of the world! Make me a favor and go scout ahead.
     
    “And that’s the tale about how i dint kill myself.”
     
    -Don’t be harsh on him, he just want to impress you, give him a chance, okay?
     
    “Silver hair Diana, that´s who´s talking right now. She and I go way back and I can trust her with my back.”
     
    -I can give him a chance later. Now we need to find Bart, that blood traitor that stole our relic and he better wish that Yaga already collected his soul before I get to him and…
     
    “Before I could say anything else I found the track of the bastard. Some kindling were broken close to a bush and that was all I needed to know the direction that he had gone. I raised my hand making a sign of attention to the other two rangers that without losing time started to go ahead into the forest but in separated ways, hiding themselves in the shadows so that we could corral our target.”
    =================================== Transition =================================
     
    “It took me one hour to find a clearing that showed signs of a recent battle, there was some footprints and cuts in the trees nearby. Some bodies were scattered around, most were remains of wild animals and some meters away leaning on a tree was Bart treating a wound in his stomach but something was wrong, he was alone. Were the enemy that caused that wound was? But before I could understand what was happening, Brook appeared in the clearing with his arrow in the bow, ready to shoot Bart at any moment but before he did that, he said:”
     
    -End of the line traitor, give me the relic and I may kill you without any pain.
     
    “After hearing his ultimatum from the mouth of Brook, the Guinecean got the relic from the bag that was resting right next to him and threw it at the snow, some maters away from Brook´s feat”
     
    -I will die from this wound anyway, i don´t need that anymore…
     
    “That appeared to have surprised Brook that started to walk to get the relic but in this moment I understood what was happening, the snow in front of the place that the relic was had a slightly different shape from the rest but I was too late relay this information. Brook’s feet touched the place and then he fell in a hidden hole and after that I could only hear a scream asking for help and that made me go out of my hideout only to see the boy and seven humanoid Hunger infected fighting to see who would eat Brook and at the same time Bart got the relic back and begun to run away, I could shoot him but he knew I couldn’t abandon Brook like that and then I shouted to Diana”
     
    -Go after him!
     
    “I could hear the noise from leaves moving and that was Diana going after the Guinecean and Valkyn knows how I wanted to be the one to kill that bastard but I had a job to do and to prepare myself for that I recited an old motto from the rangers”
     
    -When there is nothing left but the graves and the ice and the Hunger… We go back. We go back for those too stubborn, too dumb or too weak to leave…
     
    “And I let my arrow loose right in the heart of Brook, of my friend that I had to put out of his misery because some lowlife decided that his life was more important and to show that he was wrong I restarted the hunt”
     
    =================================== Transition =================================
     
    “It dint take too long for me to find the direction the two had gone because Diane left traces for me to follow. The problem is that there was less than two hours of sunlight and this world would last at least more seven hours so we needed to take care of this problem faster. While I was thinking about our time limit, a red flame appeared in the sky, that was a sign used by our group to transmit our location and normally we don’t use because this draws too much attention, so if Diana decide to use it, something went really wrong.”
     
    =================================== Transition =================================
     
    “I arrived in a place close to a giant tree, for one second i lost my focus and stopped there, gazing the majestic tree, maybe she could even be one of the trees of life that drank from the blood of Gaea, that´s the only thing I can think of to explain this anomaly. It was like I was in a trance but then I got out of it when I found the tool used to shoot the flare and right next to her was Diana lying down on the snowy ground without consciousness and when I got close to her I heard a sharp sound and I felt a slightly warmth coming from my left leg, it was my blood…”
     
    -Ha! You were wrong when you thought that I was the pray, because I am the hunter here!
     
    “From the ground appeared the Guinecean with his pistol in hand. He was hiding underground, damn Bart and his rat little tricks. I need to forget the pain in my lag and shoot him before he can even think of escaping, let me just get one arrow.”
     
    -Arrr…
     
    “Before I could finish the job, Diana hand grabbed my injured lag and started to pull in her direction and when she raised her head, I could see the bluish color coming from inside of her mouth and a mark of a shot in her forehead, she was not Diana anymore, she was just one more of the slaves of the hunger…”
     
    -Sorry to say, my bullets were bathed in the blood of some infected beasts and let me tell you one more thing before I let you and your girl have some private time, the bullet I shot you is the same! Good luck with that!
     
    “Before I could even think about the bullet I had to get free from Diana´s strong grip and for that I used the arrow i was going to use to kill Bart and I stuck her in Diana arm and that’s did the magic, her grip got loose and I put some distance between us only to see that the sound from all the commotion started to call the other infected beast that were nearby. I did the only thing I could do, I used all my arrows to minimize the number of enemies, then I used my twin blades to kill anyone who dared to come near me but my stamina was ending and the loss of blood caused by the gunshot made me weaker, I couldn’t even run because of this damn leg and was only a matter of time before I succumbed. I started to take steps back until my back leaned on the giant tree trunk and then I noticed, the hunger stopped near the tree, more like they were struggling to reach me but some type of invisible barrier dint let them.”
     
    -It appears Gaea took a like to me, now I can… Rest a little…
     
    =================================== Transition =================================
     
    “Wen I woke up I could only see the darkness in front of me, the tree was emitting a small glow and that was sufficient to let me see that my skin was losing color, maybe in some minutes I will die and I will never be able to get Bart, he will live like nothing happened… Tears, I can only cry in my last moments.”
     
    -Sorry guys… It’s the end of the hunt, I couldn’t get him…
     
    “That´s when I noticed a light appearing in the forest and that was coming closer, it dint take long to understand that it was a deer, one with shining horns it seems, and now he is front of me, staring at me.”
     
    -Do you desire to continue your hunt?
     
    “A voice, I can hear a voice, but there is no one nearby besides the deer and he is not moving his mount, not that a deer can speak.”
     
    -I ask again, do you desire to continue your hunt?
     
    “It was speaking with me directly in my head, it was the deer… No, he is more than that, maybe I am crazy but I think this is D´orion, son of Arkon, if that is true, maybe I have a chance of revenge and with that in mind I shook my head as I accept.”
     
    -Then know that your soul is mine, you will hunt in my name, the entire universe is my hunting ground and you shall be one of my champions.
     
    “After saying that, the deer touched my chest with his nose and then everything changed, I don’t feel my limbs anymore, but now I have wings, I am a crow.”
     
    =================================== One year later ==============================
     
    -What this guys know about relics!? They don’t know how much trouble I had to take this with me! They want me to sell her for a cheap price, preposterous! Tomorrow I will find a decent buyer.
     
    “Said my prey when he entered his room. I can hear his footsteps, he is going to the bed. I already know where the bed is, the last weeks I watched my prey routine, I know the position of every single mobile in his nest, its time. I get my bow, I get one arrow, a thick one and I put her in the string, I pull the string, I must use the right amount of strength… I shoot and my arrow pierce the roof and find my prey, right in the heart, he is dead.”
     
    -I think that is mine…
     
    “I am inside his room now, I entered from the hole I opened in the ceiling and I am claiming my prize, a relic that I wish I never found in the past, but now she is mine again. I am no longer a human, now I am a Elken, I am a slave to the gods and I don’t regret nothing, because now I can hunt again.”
     
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    The Hunt
    “The cold, the blood cold that came when winter decide to make us a visit along with only Valkyn´s knows how much Hunger infected and here I am, tracking a traitor along with my buddies some hours before the end of the world, yep, intense right?”
     
    -Hey Halt, are you getting rusty? I could do that faster you know?
     
    “And that’s Brook, one of the youngest and of course, the dumbiest guy that I know but I can’t say the same about his skills with the bow. Yep, he can shoot a drunk fly that are fifty meters away and that’s the reason he is here.”
     
    -Blood no! I don’t want to get lost in the woods right in the end of the world! Make me a favor and go scout ahead.
     
    “And that’s the tale about how i dint kill myself.”
     
    -Don’t be harsh on him, he just want to impress you, give him a chance, okay?
     
    “Silver hair Diana, that´s who´s talking right now. She and I go way back and I can trust her with my back.”
     
    -I can give him a chance later. Now we need to find Bart, that blood traitor that stole our relic and he better wish that Yaga already collected his soul before I get to him and…
     
    “Before I could say anything else I found the track of the bastard. Some kindling were broken close to a bush and that was all I needed to know the direction that he had gone. I raised my hand making a sign of attention to the other two rangers that without losing time started to go ahead into the forest but in separated ways, hiding themselves in the shadows so that we could corral our target.”
    =================================== Transition =================================
     
    “It took me one hour to find a clearing that showed signs of a recent battle, there was some footprints and cuts in the trees nearby. Some bodies were scattered around, most were remains of wild animals and some meters away leaning on a tree was Bart treating a wound in his stomach but something was wrong, he was alone. Were the enemy that caused that wound was? But before I could understand what was happening, Brook appeared in the clearing with his arrow in the bow, ready to shoot Bart at any moment but before he did that, he said:”
     
    -End of the line traitor, give me the relic and I may kill you without any pain.
     
    “After hearing his ultimatum from the mouth of Brook, the Guinecean got the relic from the bag that was resting right next to him and threw it at the snow, some maters away from Brook´s feat”
     
    -I will die from this wound anyway, i don´t need that anymore…
     
    “That appeared to have surprised Brook that started to walk to get the relic but in this moment I understood what was happening, the snow in front of the place that the relic was had a slightly different shape from the rest but I was too late relay this information. Brook’s feet touched the place and then he fell in a hidden hole and after that I could only hear a scream asking for help and that made me go out of my hideout only to see the boy and seven humanoid Hunger infected fighting to see who would eat Brook and at the same time Bart got the relic back and begun to run away, I could shoot him but he knew I couldn’t abandon Brook like that and then I shouted to Diana”
     
    -Go after him!
     
    “I could hear the noise from leaves moving and that was Diana going after the Guinecean and Valkyn knows how I wanted to be the one to kill that bastard but I had a job to do and to prepare myself for that I recited an old motto from the rangers”
     
    -When there is nothing left but the graves and the ice and the Hunger… We go back. We go back for those too stubborn, too dumb or too weak to leave…
     
    “And I let my arrow loose right in the heart of Brook, of my friend that I had to put out of his misery because some lowlife decided that his life was more important and to show that he was wrong I restarted the hunt”
     
    =================================== Transition =================================
     
    “It dint take too long for me to find the direction the two had gone because Diane left traces for me to follow. The problem is that there was less than two hours of sunlight and this world would last at least more seven hours so we needed to take care of this problem faster. While I was thinking about our time limit, a red flame appeared in the sky, that was a sign used by our group to transmit our location and normally we don’t use because this draws too much attention, so if Diana decide to use it, something went really wrong.”
     
    =================================== Transition =================================
     
    “I arrived in a place close to a giant tree, for one second i lost my focus and stopped there, gazing the majestic tree, maybe she could even be one of the trees of life that drank from the blood of Gaea, that´s the only thing I can think of to explain this anomaly. It was like I was in a trance but then I got out of it when I found the tool used to shoot the flare and right next to her was Diana lying down on the snowy ground without consciousness and when I got close to her I heard a sharp sound and I felt a slightly warmth coming from my left leg, it was my blood…”
     
    -Ha! You were wrong when you thought that I was the pray, because I am the hunter here!
     
    “From the ground appeared the Guinecean with his pistol in hand. He was hiding underground, damn Bart and his rat little tricks. I need to forget the pain in my lag and shoot him before he can even think of escaping, let me just get one arrow.”
     
    -Arrr…
     
    “Before I could finish the job, Diana hand grabbed my injured lag and started to pull in her direction and when she raised her head, I could see the bluish color coming from inside of her mouth and a mark of a shot in her forehead, she was not Diana anymore, she was just one more of the slaves of the hunger…”
     
    -Sorry to say, my bullets were bathed in the blood of some infected beasts and let me tell you one more thing before I let you and your girl have some private time, the bullet I shot you is the same! Good luck with that!
     
    “Before I could even think about the bullet I had to get free from Diana´s strong grip and for that I used the arrow i was going to use to kill Bart and I stuck her in Diana arm and that’s did the magic, her grip got loose and I put some distance between us only to see that the sound from all the commotion started to call the other infected beast that were nearby. I did the only thing I could do, I used all my arrows to minimize the number of enemies, then I used my twin blades to kill anyone who dared to come near me but my stamina was ending and the loss of blood caused by the gunshot made me weaker, I couldn’t even run because of this damn leg and was only a matter of time before I succumbed. I started to take steps back until my back leaned on the giant tree trunk and then I noticed, the hunger stopped near the tree, more like they were struggling to reach me but some type of invisible barrier dint let them.”
     
    -It appears Gaea took a like to me, now I can… Rest a little…
     
    =================================== Transition =================================
     
    “Wen I woke up I could only see the darkness in front of me, the tree was emitting a small glow and that was sufficient to let me see that my skin was losing color, maybe in some minutes I will die and I will never be able to get Bart, he will live like nothing happened… Tears, I can only cry in my last moments.”
     
    -Sorry guys… It’s the end of the hunt, I couldn’t get him…
     
    “That´s when I noticed a light appearing in the forest and that was coming closer, it dint take long to understand that it was a deer, one with shining horns it seems, and now he is front of me, staring at me.”
     
    -Do you desire to continue your hunt?
     
    “A voice, I can hear a voice, but there is no one nearby besides the deer and he is not moving his mount, not that a deer can speak.”
     
    -I ask again, do you desire to continue your hunt?
     
    “It was speaking with me directly in my head, it was the deer… No, he is more than that, maybe I am crazy but I think this is D´orion, son of Arkon, if that is true, maybe I have a chance of revenge and with that in mind I shook my head as I accept.”
     
    -Then know that your soul is mine, you will hunt in my name, the entire universe is my hunting ground and you shall be one of my champions.
     
    “After saying that, the deer touched my chest with his nose and then everything changed, I don’t feel my limbs anymore, but now I have wings, I am a crow.”
     
    =================================== One year later ==============================
     
    -What this guys know about relics!? They don’t know how much trouble I had to take this with me! They want me to sell her for a cheap price, preposterous! Tomorrow I will find a decent buyer.
     
    “Said my prey when he entered his room. I can hear his footsteps, he is going to the bed. I already know where the bed is, the last weeks I watched my prey routine, I know the position of every single mobile in his nest, its time. I get my bow, I get one arrow, a thick one and I put her in the string, I pull the string, I must use the right amount of strength… I shoot and my arrow pierce the roof and find my prey, right in the heart, he is dead.”
     
    -I think that is mine…
     
    “I am inside his room now, I entered from the hole I opened in the ceiling and I am claiming my prize, a relic that I wish I never found in the past, but now she is mine again. I am no longer a human, now I am a Elken, I am a slave to the gods and I don’t regret nothing, because now I can hunt again.”
     
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    The Hunt
    “The cold, the blood cold that came when winter decide to make us a visit along with only Valkyn´s knows how much Hunger infected and here I am, tracking a traitor along with my buddies some hours before the end of the world, yep, intense right?”
     
    -Hey Halt, are you getting rusty? I could do that faster you know?
     
    “And that’s Brook, one of the youngest and of course, the dumbiest guy that I know but I can’t say the same about his skills with the bow. Yep, he can shoot a drunk fly that are fifty meters away and that’s the reason he is here.”
     
    -Blood no! I don’t want to get lost in the woods right in the end of the world! Make me a favor and go scout ahead.
     
    “And that’s the tale about how i dint kill myself.”
     
    -Don’t be harsh on him, he just want to impress you, give him a chance, okay?
     
    “Silver hair Diana, that´s who´s talking right now. She and I go way back and I can trust her with my back.”
     
    -I can give him a chance later. Now we need to find Bart, that blood traitor that stole our relic and he better wish that Yaga already collected his soul before I get to him and…
     
    “Before I could say anything else I found the track of the bastard. Some kindling were broken close to a bush and that was all I needed to know the direction that he had gone. I raised my hand making a sign of attention to the other two rangers that without losing time started to go ahead into the forest but in separated ways, hiding themselves in the shadows so that we could corral our target.”
    =================================== Transition =================================
     
    “It took me one hour to find a clearing that showed signs of a recent battle, there was some footprints and cuts in the trees nearby. Some bodies were scattered around, most were remains of wild animals and some meters away leaning on a tree was Bart treating a wound in his stomach but something was wrong, he was alone. Were the enemy that caused that wound was? But before I could understand what was happening, Brook appeared in the clearing with his arrow in the bow, ready to shoot Bart at any moment but before he did that, he said:”
     
    -End of the line traitor, give me the relic and I may kill you without any pain.
     
    “After hearing his ultimatum from the mouth of Brook, the Guinecean got the relic from the bag that was resting right next to him and threw it at the snow, some maters away from Brook´s feat”
     
    -I will die from this wound anyway, i don´t need that anymore…
     
    “That appeared to have surprised Brook that started to walk to get the relic but in this moment I understood what was happening, the snow in front of the place that the relic was had a slightly different shape from the rest but I was too late relay this information. Brook’s feet touched the place and then he fell in a hidden hole and after that I could only hear a scream asking for help and that made me go out of my hideout only to see the boy and seven humanoid Hunger infected fighting to see who would eat Brook and at the same time Bart got the relic back and begun to run away, I could shoot him but he knew I couldn’t abandon Brook like that and then I shouted to Diana”
     
    -Go after him!
     
    “I could hear the noise from leaves moving and that was Diana going after the Guinecean and Valkyn knows how I wanted to be the one to kill that bastard but I had a job to do and to prepare myself for that I recited an old motto from the rangers”
     
    -When there is nothing left but the graves and the ice and the Hunger… We go back. We go back for those too stubborn, too dumb or too weak to leave…
     
    “And I let my arrow loose right in the heart of Brook, of my friend that I had to put out of his misery because some lowlife decided that his life was more important and to show that he was wrong I restarted the hunt”
     
    =================================== Transition =================================
     
    “It dint take too long for me to find the direction the two had gone because Diane left traces for me to follow. The problem is that there was less than two hours of sunlight and this world would last at least more seven hours so we needed to take care of this problem faster. While I was thinking about our time limit, a red flame appeared in the sky, that was a sign used by our group to transmit our location and normally we don’t use because this draws too much attention, so if Diana decide to use it, something went really wrong.”
     
    =================================== Transition =================================
     
    “I arrived in a place close to a giant tree, for one second i lost my focus and stopped there, gazing the majestic tree, maybe she could even be one of the trees of life that drank from the blood of Gaea, that´s the only thing I can think of to explain this anomaly. It was like I was in a trance but then I got out of it when I found the tool used to shoot the flare and right next to her was Diana lying down on the snowy ground without consciousness and when I got close to her I heard a sharp sound and I felt a slightly warmth coming from my left leg, it was my blood…”
     
    -Ha! You were wrong when you thought that I was the pray, because I am the hunter here!
     
    “From the ground appeared the Guinecean with his pistol in hand. He was hiding underground, damn Bart and his rat little tricks. I need to forget the pain in my lag and shoot him before he can even think of escaping, let me just get one arrow.”
     
    -Arrr…
     
    “Before I could finish the job, Diana hand grabbed my injured lag and started to pull in her direction and when she raised her head, I could see the bluish color coming from inside of her mouth and a mark of a shot in her forehead, she was not Diana anymore, she was just one more of the slaves of the hunger…”
     
    -Sorry to say, my bullets were bathed in the blood of some infected beasts and let me tell you one more thing before I let you and your girl have some private time, the bullet I shot you is the same! Good luck with that!
     
    “Before I could even think about the bullet I had to get free from Diana´s strong grip and for that I used the arrow i was going to use to kill Bart and I stuck her in Diana arm and that’s did the magic, her grip got loose and I put some distance between us only to see that the sound from all the commotion started to call the other infected beast that were nearby. I did the only thing I could do, I used all my arrows to minimize the number of enemies, then I used my twin blades to kill anyone who dared to come near me but my stamina was ending and the loss of blood caused by the gunshot made me weaker, I couldn’t even run because of this damn leg and was only a matter of time before I succumbed. I started to take steps back until my back leaned on the giant tree trunk and then I noticed, the hunger stopped near the tree, more like they were struggling to reach me but some type of invisible barrier dint let them.”
     
    -It appears Gaea took a like to me, now I can… Rest a little…
     
    =================================== Transition =================================
     
    “Wen I woke up I could only see the darkness in front of me, the tree was emitting a small glow and that was sufficient to let me see that my skin was losing color, maybe in some minutes I will die and I will never be able to get Bart, he will live like nothing happened… Tears, I can only cry in my last moments.”
     
    -Sorry guys… It’s the end of the hunt, I couldn’t get him…
     
    “That´s when I noticed a light appearing in the forest and that was coming closer, it dint take long to understand that it was a deer, one with shining horns it seems, and now he is front of me, staring at me.”
     
    -Do you desire to continue your hunt?
     
    “A voice, I can hear a voice, but there is no one nearby besides the deer and he is not moving his mount, not that a deer can speak.”
     
    -I ask again, do you desire to continue your hunt?
     
    “It was speaking with me directly in my head, it was the deer… No, he is more than that, maybe I am crazy but I think this is D´orion, son of Arkon, if that is true, maybe I have a chance of revenge and with that in mind I shook my head as I accept.”
     
    -Then know that your soul is mine, you will hunt in my name, the entire universe is my hunting ground and you shall be one of my champions.
     
    “After saying that, the deer touched my chest with his nose and then everything changed, I don’t feel my limbs anymore, but now I have wings, I am a crow.”
     
    =================================== One year later ==============================
     
    -What this guys know about relics!? They don’t know how much trouble I had to take this with me! They want me to sell her for a cheap price, preposterous! Tomorrow I will find a decent buyer.
     
    “Said my prey when he entered his room. I can hear his footsteps, he is going to the bed. I already know where the bed is, the last weeks I watched my prey routine, I know the position of every single mobile in his nest, its time. I get my bow, I get one arrow, a thick one and I put her in the string, I pull the string, I must use the right amount of strength… I shoot and my arrow pierce the roof and find my prey, right in the heart, he is dead.”
     
    -I think that is mine…
     
    “I am inside his room now, I entered from the hole I opened in the ceiling and I am claiming my prize, a relic that I wish I never found in the past, but now she is mine again. I am no longer a human, now I am a Elken, I am a slave to the gods and I don’t regret nothing, because now I can hunt again.”
     
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    vaands got a reaction from JamesGoblin in THE MoST AWesom CRoWFALL CompitiToN in the HIsTori Of THe WurLD!*   
    I would like to know, there is a problem to use a story that i already posted in the community creations section? Or it must be a new one?
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    vaands reacted to gizmaul in Unofficial Looking for Guild Thread   
    Please Read Before Posting
     
    If you are an un-guilded player who is looking for an active guild to join in anticipation of Crowfall, please use this thread to post a little bit about yourself, so interested guilds may contact you. There are no specific rules about what you should include, however, the more accurately you describe yourself as a gamer, the better chance a guild with similar interests has of finding you.
     
     
    → Players: if you successfully find a guild, please edit your original post to indicate that you are no longer LFG. Otherwise you will likely continue receiving PMs.
     
    → Guild Leaders: Do not advertise your guild in this thread. If you see individuals who are LFG that you are interested in recruiting, please contact them through private message. This thread is for un-guilded players.
     
     
    →Example of things you might want to include: Class, Focus, Time Zone, Play Style, Prior Experience, Early access availability(Beta 3, 2, 1, Alpha, IT), and of course what your looking for in a guild and what you can bring to the guild.
     
    ONCE YOU FIND A GUILD PLEASE COME BACK AND EDIT YOUR POST
     
     
    Leia antes de Postar.

    Se você é um jogador sem guilda que está à procura de uma guild ativa para participar na expectativa do Crowfall, então, utilize este tópico de discussão para falar um pouco sobre si mesmo, dessa forma guildas interessadas poderão entrar em contato com você. Não há regras específicas sobre o que você deve incluir, no entanto, quanto mais precisamente você se descreve como um jogador, melhor será a chance de uma guilda com interesses semelhantes encontrá-lo.

    → Jogadores: se você encontrar com êxito uma guilda, por favor edite o seu post original para indicar que já não são LFG (Procurando por uma guilda). Caso contrário, você provavelmente vai continuar recebendo PMs.

    → Guild Líderes: Não anuncie sua guilda neste tópico. Se você ver pessoas que estão LFG que você está interessado em recrutar, entre em contato com eles através de mensagem privada. Esta discussão é para jogadores sem guilda.

    → Exemplo de coisas que você pode querer incluir: Classe, Foco, Fuso Horário, Estilo de Jogo, a experiências anteriores, disponibilidade de acesso antecipada (Beta 3, 2, 1, Alpha, IT), e, claro, o que você está procurando em uma guilda e o que você pode trazer para a aliança
     
    Si vos sos un jugador sin guild que buscar una guild activa para participar en expectacion de CrowFall , por favor usa este topico para postar un poco sobre tu , y asi guild interesadas pueden contactar con usted . No hay ninguna regla especifica sobre lo que tenes que incluir , pero , lo mas precisamente se describe uno mismo como un jugador , la mejor possiblidad que una guild con el mismo interest te va a encontrar .



    → Jugadores: Si pudistes conseguir una guild , por favor edita tu post original para indicar que vos ya no buscas mas una guild. Sino casi seguro que todavia te mandaran mensajes privados.


    → Lideres de Guild: No anuncien tu guild en este topico. Si vos ves un individual que busca guild que esta interesado en reclutar , por favor contacte a ellos por el mensaje privado. Este topico es para jugadores sin guild.

    → Ejemplos de cosas que pueden implicar: Classes , Foco , Tiempo de Zona , Estilo de juego, Experiencia Anteriora, Acceso anterior avilidado ( Beta 3.2.1, Alpha , IT) , y ovia mente que es lo que estas buscando en una guild y que es lo que podes traer a esa guild.
     
     
    Przeczytaj zanim dodasz posta!

    Jeżeli jeszcze nie posiadasz a chcesz dołączyć do aktywnej gildii w crowfall, użyj proszę tego tematu, aby napisać troszkę o sobie, aby zainteresowane gildie mogły się z Tobą skontaktować. Nie ma sprecyzowanych zasad do tego co powinieneś o sobie napisać, ale im więcej informacji zamieścisz, tym większa szansa na kontakt z gildii z podobnymi do twoich zainteresowaniami.

    -> Gracze: Jeśli udało wam się odnaleźć gildię, wyedytujcie swój post, że już jej nie szukacie. Innaczej dalej będziecie dostawać wiadomości prywatne.

    -> Liderzy gildii: Nie reklamujcie tutaj swoich gildii. Jeśli widzicie kogoś kto szuka gildii i jesteście zainteresowani jego rekrutacją, skontaktujcie się z nim przez wiadomość prywatną. Ten temat ma pomóc samotnym graczom odnaleźć gildie.

    -> Przykład tego co warto napisać o sobie: klasę, główne cele w grze, strefa czasowa, wcześniejsze doświadczenie, dostępność do zamkniętych testów ( alfa, beta, 1,2,3 ) oraz oczywiście czego oczekujesz od gildii i co możesz jej zaoferować.
     
    Perfavore leggete prima di postare.

    Se siete un giocatore in cerca di una gilda attiva su Crowfall, potete usare questo thread per descrivere la vostra persona, così che eventuali gilde interessate possano contattarvi. Non ci sono regole specifiche, ma migliore sarà il vostro post più alta sarà la possibilità che una gilda con simili interessi ai vostri possa essere interessata.

    --> Giocatori: Se trovate una gilda in seguito alla scrittura del post, siete pregati di editare il vostro post iniziale. Altrimenti continuerete a ricevere PM, probabilmente.

    --> Guild Leaders: Non fate pubblicità alla vostra gilda in questo thread. Se siete interessati a qualche giocatore, mandagli un messaggio privato, non scrivete qui.

    --> Esempi di cose che potreste includere: classe, interessi, time zone, tipo di gioco, esperienze passate, accesso ad alpha/beta, ed ovviamente cosa cercate in una gilda e perché dovrebbe arruolarvi.
     
     
    Veuillez lire avant de poster. Si vous êtes un joueur n’appartenant à aucune guilde et que vous en cherchez une à rejoindre dans l’attente de Crowfall, veuillez utiliser cette section afin de parler un peu de vous. Ceci a pour but que des guildes intéressées vous contactent. Il n’y a pas de règles spécifiques sur ce que vous devez dire, cependant, plus votre post sera détaillé sur qui vous êtes (en tant que joueur) et ce que vous recherchez, meilleures seront vos chances qu’une guilde vous correspondant s’intéresse à vous.

    —> Joueurs: si vous trouvez une guilde, je vous prie de bien vouloir éditer votre poste’indiquer que vous n’êtes plus à la recherche d’une guilde. Sinon, vous courrez le risque de recevoir des offres après votre enrôlement.

    —> Chefs de guildes: cette section n’est pas destinée à la pub des guildes! Si vous voyez des individus que vous souhaitez recruter, contacté les via message privé. Cette section est pour ceux à la recherche d’une guilde.

    —> Exemples de choses que vous pourriez inclure : Classe, préférences (pvp/pve), zone horaire, style de jeu, expérience précédente, à quelle earlye access avez-vous accès. Et bien sure, ce que vous cherchez chez une guilde et ce que vous pouvez y apporter.

    UNE FOI QUE VOUS TROUVEZ UNE GUILDE, REVENEZ MODIFIER VOTRE POST
     
    Bitte lesen bevor ihr etwas postet:
    Wenn ihr als gildenlose Spieler eine aktive Crowfall Gilde sucht, nutzt bitte diesen Thread und schreibt etwas über euch, sodass interessierte Gilden euch kontaktieren können. Es gibt keine festen Regeln was ihr über euch sagen solltet, doch je genauer ihr euch als Spieler beschreibt, um so besser stehen die Chancen, dass eine Gilde euch findet die auch wirklich zu euch passt.
    -> Spieler: Wenn ihr erfolgreich eine Gilde gefunden habt, so editiert bitte euren Post um zu zeigen, dass ihr nicht länger auf der Suche nach einer Gilde seid. Ansonsten kann es passieren dass ihr weiter PMs bekommt.
    -> Gildenführer: Bitte werbt nicht für eure Gilde in diesem Thread. Wenn ihr hier Spieler seht, die ihr zu rekrutieren wünscht, so kontaktiert sie per PM. Dieser Thread ist nur für gildenlose Spieler.
    -> Angaben, die ihr in eurer Beschreibung eventuell einfügen wollt: Klasse, Fokus, Zeitzone, Spielstil, vorhergehende Erfahrungen, Early-Access-Möglichkeit (Beta 3, 2, 1, Alpha, IT) und natürlich was ihr von einer Gilde erwartet und was ihr zu bieten habt.
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    vaands got a reaction from corvax in Cybele, the Virgin Goddess - Official discussion thread   
    Cute... A god that thinks that mortals only value is to whorship her... but cute   
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    vaands got a reaction from JamesGoblin in Cybele, the Virgin Goddess - Official discussion thread   
    Why i dint think of that!? D:
     
    Maybe is a minor God that serve her :x
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    vaands got a reaction from JamesGoblin in Cybele, the Virgin Goddess - Official discussion thread   
    Cute... A god that thinks that mortals only value is to whorship her... but cute   
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    vaands got a reaction from Mahon Amichai in The Lantern Watch (Welcome Home)   
    I dont realy now, but some areas need me to have vip membership or pay for the area, sooooooo my  hype in wiz101 is done. 
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    vaands got a reaction from Mahon Amichai in The Lantern Watch (Welcome Home)   
    I know, i just saying that i found this Spiral Knight game and that i am gonna test it
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    vaands got a reaction from Mahon Amichai in The Lantern Watch (Welcome Home)   
    Nop, i was playing Wiz101, i am downloading this game now: http://www.spiralknights.com/about.xhtml
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    vaands got a reaction from Mahon Amichai in The Lantern Watch (Welcome Home)   
    Now i will try to downlaod this Spyral Knights. 
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    vaands got a reaction from Mahon Amichai in The Lantern Watch (Welcome Home)   
    yep
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    vaands got a reaction from Mahon Amichai in The Lantern Watch (Welcome Home)   
    I need to pay to enter in some areas... Dint know about that
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    vaands got a reaction from Mahon Amichai in The Lantern Watch (Welcome Home)   
    It was fun summoning things in the intro battle. Cool game 
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    vaands got a reaction from Mahon Amichai in The Lantern Watch (Welcome Home)   
    I made a character and the test, appears that i am a Myth wizard I am updating and i am going to try to play.
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