15 Results with the "Fantasy" genre
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When faith collides with conviction, beauty itself becomes the battlefield.
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2.0 K • Oct 31, '25
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3.1 K • Oct 31, '25
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937 • Oct 31, '25
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The Criers’ Guild
At the three-hundred-fortieth annual meeting of the Criers’ Guild of Ustalav, Guildmaster Zotov Ivanovich is barely holding himself together—partly from nerves, partly from the looming presence of Ellis, an incorporeal wraith assigned by the newly risen tyrant Tar-Baphon to “advise” the guild’s messaging. As Zotov faces a hall full of bewildered criers furious over his increasingly absurd, undead-approved propaganda edits, he must juggle terrified…-
2.9 K • Nov 20, '25
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If Philippe hadn’t already known that the Grand Codex Library was tended by devotees of Shelyn, it would have been apparent the moment he set eyes upon it. Set atop a rise overlooking the Lake of Mists and Veils, and nestled within the Estrovian Forest, the single-story stone building was ensconced within an elaborate garden of topiaries and statues. The stone exterior was adorned with a vividly colorful mural depicting angelic figures engaged in song and merriment. It was truly a beauty to behold,…
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6.2 K • Completed
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The Criers’ Guild
Scattered throughout the dining hall, dozens of feathered caps gathered into cliques. Though humans dominated in number, there was no shortage of elves, dwarves, halflings, and other patrons. The din of conversation was underscored by an acoustic band upon the stage at the head of the room. Two tables, stretching the length of the chamber, were adorned with golden candelabras that cast flickering orange light. Zotov Ivanovich, head of the Criers’ Guild, peered out over the assembly from behind a tall…-
3.0 K • Completed
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Armed with the knowledge that the library had been trapped, Philippe cautiously made his way inside. As he moved, he could hear a voice reciting some unknown magical incantation. However, the moment he stepped into the archway leading to the central part of the structure, the chanting stopped. Philippe assessed the scene before him, cognizant that glyphs of warding were ready to erupt in a conflagration at the slightest misstep. Upon the sculpted relief walls were sconces glowing with magical…
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6.2 K • Completed
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