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Fear, Itself

I should not have come here.

As I lay down the flowers and reach for my sword, that fact finally solidifies in my mind.

I knew before I came. A voice somewhere behind my heart was screaming it at me ever since I heard what had happened.

Why did I come, then?

Why did I, without a word, shove my friends out of my way and into the dirt? Why did I take my horse and go all the way back to the foothills just to get a handful of the roses that grow there? Why did I then...
Vengeance

"YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!"

Andrenas Sherand almost recognized the man charging at him before he registered the long-bearded axes swinging for his head and was fighting for his life. With a thought, his own weapon, Evershine, appeared in his hands and hummed defiantly as it worked a gleaming pattern in the air. Left and right he blocked, and when the axe-wielder attacked his left again he dipped the blade under the axe and twisted it up and around. He side-stepped left to end up on his...
The First King and Queen of Cryndal

In the years before Jusella's Return, Kagnar stood tall and alone on the face of Maddengrahl. To its north, the untamed range known today as the Guardian Mountains were still teaming with the warring hobgoblin armies. To its west, Otoria ruled its colony of Floregh with an iron fist from across the sea. To its south, the elves of Oelthen Forest watched their human neighbors with suspicion from beneath the darkened boughs of their home.

And on their far eastern border, the rural nobles...
The World's Greatest Swordsman

So this is actually a story about a character in Mystic Frontiers as told by a character in After the Collapse. How is this possible, you ask? He's a Bard of Subterra. They travel the land telling stories of heroism based on worlds created by their founder, all in an effort to bring hope to their shattered world.

So how, you ask, does their founder know anything about the Mystic Frontiers?

That's a story for another day. For now ...

The World's Greatest Swordsman...
Courage of a Lamb - The story of Seamus O'Connor

    The young man ran softly through the forest, spear in hand.  He wore a light brown hood to hide his red hair.  He was chasing a buck as the final task in this Kheldic rite of passage.  His older brothers were with him, flanking his movements, but the buck was his to track and kill.  Thomas, the eldest, and Patrick were mostly there to critique his movements and help carry the buck back to the clan.  And to make sure Seamus didn't get lost, of...
Fierceness of a Storm

   Connor Murphy was his father's first son. But his brother Sean would lead the clan after their father's death. It wasn't that Connor didn't want to lead, or that no one would follow him. Quit the opposite on both counts. His brother would lead because Connor would be exiled and disowned. This is the tale of why; it is a story every O'Connor knows by heart.

   Connor left his clan after sixteen summers to find a wife. She would be the new matron of...
On Elven Speech

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By Karak

The mountain of a man walked through the forest. He stood over three yards tall, with legs thick as tree trunks. His long-eared companion's slender legs found difficulty in matching the pace of the long, slow strides. "Mahrem, wait a moment." The elf paused to catch his breath.

The giant looked over his shoulder and saw his companion leaning against a tree three paces back. He covered the distance in a step and crouched a bit to speak nearer eye-...