Magic

Wolgroth winced bitterly at the burning pain that throbbed ceaselessly from her left leg, lower back, and right shoulder. Blood slowly oozed from the massive gash that the poachers had inflicted on her pelt. She had gotten careless and in a brief moment of inattention a massive group of poachers had amassed and attacked her. They had used everything at their disposal to try and bring down the massive tyrian: ropes, spears, harpoons, nets, wires, chains, arrows, ...

“Has he said one word to you guys yet?” Caspian asked, glancing between the strange party of dragons and vayrons. “Not really,” Raveshk replied, seemingly unbothered as she looked towards the dragon they spoke about. Yggdrasil shrugged at the question, understanding but not caring that they were talking about him. “It’s okay to be quiet,” Verbena noted, paddin...

"The soul's true home is the fire that ignites within it." - source unknown   The hot summer sun bore down upon the arid, dusty lands of the Thedalean desert. Great dunes of reddish-tan sand gave the illusion of a sea of rust, the sirocco harsh and unforgiving. The air shimmered with the heat of the unrelenting rays, appearing almost liquid as distances seemed to warp and flicker, luring the u...