Blood is Thicker Than WaterFire. The Kyriandoris manor house was burning. Four stories, from the servants' quarters in the back to the Lord and Lady's suite on the top floor - two hundred years of history - was going up in smoke as the sun set. The wine cellar below might be saved, but that was the last thing on the minds of the Kyriandoris defenders at the moment. More important were the hobgoblins and ogres running rampant throughout the vineyards, setting fire to whatever they could not simply tear down. All the while, house liveried soldiers fought, cried out in pain, and died to protect that which they had come to hold dear: The livelihood of the foremost winemakers this side of the Dragon Mountains.Blood is Thicker Than Water by fcneko
Vaasakiir looked up from the chaos of the battlefield within the vineyard walls and shook her head. All around her, Kyriandoris men were falling, though not without adding to the carnage by taking out a few hobgoblins before they did. Only the great ogres managed to move unfettered through the mass of twisting,
The Lord's SpyThe Lord's Spy by Sargoth
It was early winter in the capital city of the shadowy Nevermoore Empire. There had been a massive war between Nevermoore and the Lord's Dominion of the south that had been going on for many decades now, but had thus far left the capital untouched. Now tension was mounting in the surrounding regions as the Lord's Army pushed onward towards the capital city and they employed brutal tactics. This included espionage and deceit above all others. They had recently infiltrated the capital with a young man posing as a noble merchant, named David Mercordora, who was on route to the far eastern kingdom of Tylarenda after a brief stay for the month. After half a month of staying there, David had met a beautiful young lady named Nicole and had fallen deeply in love with her. He now balances his secretive life to the Lord's Army while seeing this citizen of Nevermoore discreetly.
David had returned home from a day at the market wher
Daddy's BirthdayDaddy's Birthday by Sargoth
By: Roger Drugalis
Dev id: Sargoth
It was another bitter spring day in Frosternesse, the capital of Frostguarde. Gray clouds oppressed the heavens, only letting in thin beams of heavenly sunshine through to greet the city. It was always like this around this time of year, the cleansing spring showers would soon sweep the lingering decay of winter from the lands. The dreary sky, however, did not dampen the spirits of little Felicity Newmynn as she skipped merrily down Neglorus Lane. It was a somewhat rough area of the city for a little girl of eight to be alone in, but Felicity had been born and raised in these cruel, cold slums so she knew how to handle herself. She was eager to get to the bakery, for today was her father's birthday and she had saved up for ages to get him a present.
She had just turned onto Berckerlore Avenue when she could start to smell the sweet aroma from Anderfell's Bakery in the usually dank air. The celestial scent of cakes and rolls pier
The Convenience of EqualityThe Convenience of Equality by TESM
The topic of marriage is no stranger to Americans in recent weeks. The Supreme Court, in a 5-4 split decision, ruled that DOMA (the Defense of Marriage Act) was unconstitutional because it failed to offer homosexuals “equal protection under the law” and that the purpose of DOMA is to “humiliate” and “injure” homosexuals who seek marriage.
No doubt a number of individuals celebrated the ruling, happy, perhaps, to see the archaic edifice of ‘traditional’ marriage burn and establish a sleek and modern “marriage” in its place. Many rejoiced at the new building, but many of us looked on and asked to see the building plans.
Arguments for “marriage equality” are many times the product of convenient reasoning. The typical strain of equality reasoning usually goes along the lines of this: We can’t expect everyone to go by one definition of marriage, nor should the government force one view over the other. Moreover, th
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