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(Tired) WIP Wednesday
Dragging ourselves through the week through the chaos <3
I've been ill but writing has been a balm! I'm gonna share a few snippets with you.
Was tagged by @thana-topsy (HUGE HUGS! Aiden and Sarel are adorable and you DID IT. You did the thing!) and @kookaburra1701 (I'm still waiting on Book 32 of your fic universe, and will cheer until its ready!)
Tagging especially @changelingsandothernonsense for the Sad Wars which have produced amazing content as of lately from me, for being writing exercises hehe. Not to brag, I'm just really fond of the work! And of course the amazing @paraparadigm, @thequeenofthewinter, @snippetsrus, @wildhexe, @nuwanders, @oblivions-dawn, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @throughtrialbyfire, @expended-sleeper, @inquisition-dragonborn @archangelsunited, @dirty-bosmer, @viss-and-pinegar, @ladytanithia, @polypolymorph, @gilgamish, @tallmatcha, @rainpebble3, @late-nite-scholar, @greyborn2, @saltymaplesyrup, @orfeoarte, and YOU. Because yes. You are tagged. Tag me back if you have stuff to share! I love to see it.
Below I have a few samples from some WIPs! I'll start with World, as I'm restructuring chapter 31 <3
This selection is long, too! 1,050 words, below the cut!
1) The World on Our Shoulders, Chapter 31
Athis's POV as he goes through Northwatch Keep to save Thorald. 219 words.
Still, there was something unsettling about how unnaturally quiet this part of the keep was. The hairs on the back of Athis’s neck stood up, some instinct he couldn’t place screaming of danger. Something was wrong. He’d felt this way once, years ago, before a bear charged out of the woods that time his hip had been shattered. He’d almost died, then, if it hadn’t been for Farkas and that priest out of Falkreath. Odd, that, as it was a priest of Arkay. The irony wasn’t lost on him. Now, however, was not the time to lose focus.
Athis pressed against the wall that lead out of the twisting passageways into a room that looked, from what he could tell, like some kind of torture chamber. Only, the air rippled with some kind of magic that felt like static on his skin the closer he crept. He remembered how it felt when Nyenna used certain spells nearby; this one didn’t feel like anything he could recall, and that didn’t bode well. None of it did, if he was being honest. He got the sudden notion that perhaps it wasn’t worth all the trouble — that Thorald might already be dead. But no. If there was the slightest chance that he was still alive, Athis couldn’t leave him here. He wouldn’t.
2) Storms Like This
A secret WIP I'll be editing and finishing soon for a friend. 266 words.
He’d thought back to one of his favorite memories of her, besides their wedding. Before they’d decided to adopt and start a family, they were living comfortably in Proudspire Manor in Solitude. He’d been overwhelmed at first by the city he’d only ever passed through before. Living in it meant becoming entangled in the political nonsense, which Sigyn seemed to take in stride. She’d come home, fancy clothes thoroughly drenched from the rain after being gone a particularly long time on what was supposed to be a local errand, and deposited an old hip bone into a chest by the door. Unnerving, sure, but not too atypical for her.
She took him by the hand and dragged him out into the storm, onto their back porch, all while Jordis silently judged them both from her perch at the kitchen table. Sigyn had said nothing, only smiled as he’d exclaimed from the cold downpour the further she led him outside, but then, even over the thunder, he’d heard it—the Bard’s College, practicing for the Burning of King Olaf, bright and clear, almost enhanced by the storm, music reverberating through the very stones of the building next door. They danced together, on their porch, regardless of the weather. It was if, for a moment, the entire world consisted of only them. She’d laughed even as their sodden hair clung to their faces, and as water ran freely into their eyes. [He] knew then, despite all of her chaos, he would follow her absolutely anywhere for as long as he lived.
Storms like this always reminded him of her.
3) Fragment - part of The Bitter, Bitter End (Unpublished as of yet.)
Featuring Nevena Ules as the POV and Orvas Dren. (Yeah. Ew.) 209 words.
Orvas was leaning over the stone parapets, looking down into the courtyard where regular people milled around on business relating to Vedam’s gathering. The moons shone overhead and, besides the noise of the crowds and bards inside, all was silent. She cleared her throat, and Orvas turned to her. He smirked—the same sarcastic look he’d won her heart with when they were younger and under far less pressure—and closed the distance between them.
His eyes, blood red in this light, held storms. She knew what had been worrying him, but she was trying hard to ignore that part, until it was safe to talk about it. Vedam’s overreaching included parlaying with the Empire and solidifying trade between Morrowind and other provinces. Only, there would be an embargo if the Blight situation got worse—which it already was, by the day. And if all of that work was so new, the newfound strength of House Dren would be the first to collapse. Orvas had said as much, and had been bringing it up in their conversations more often as of late, because Vedam wouldn’t see reason. He thought he could see a solution, but even thought of it scared her.
He wanted to ally the Camonna Tong with the Sixth House.
4) Fragment - part of It's Always Darkest Before the Dawn (Unpublished as of yet.)
This one is is Danger!Bean Varlais's POV. 353 words.
Varlais never felt like he belonged anywhere in particular, to be fair. His parents had been elevated slightly after a few turns of events when they’d moved with Ondolemar’s family to Skyrim. That was, technically, his doing, all those years ago, but they were still othered by most Altmer of any rank, Thalmor or not. It was complex, of course, and he didn’t have the energy to parse it all. He’d leave that to Ondolemar, who seemed like he could hold every political detail in his head, as if his mind was some kind of tome.
All he knew was it had to do with the Ayleid ancestry that refused to fade into the background for his family, no matter how many generations. Aerissa, at least, never looked down at him for the blue eyes, thank Auri-El, but she was back in Alinor now, doing clerical work for the Thalmor. And, of course, he was stuck here. But at least, if he was here, he could try and save her from them. No matter how badly he missed her, he’d keep fighting. Before she became a thrall, well, she’d always stuck by him. He looked down at his ring, the gold band glimmering with a faint enchantment, the metal worn and scratched. Somehow, likely by Mara’s direct intervention, he’d not lost the thing, nor had it torn through his skin and bone in some horrifying way. He touched the edge of his left ear where he’d lost an earring that way, and was grateful at least in that moment, his magic worked to stanch the bleeding.
As of late, he’d been feeling even more unmoored than usual, despite Ondolemar’s best efforts—the man was seventeen different kinds of distracted, after all. They were and always had been close as brothers, but with so much changing and hanging in the balance, Ondolemar had to focus on the plan. They had a goal, after all, as impossible as it all seemed. The Civil War and the Dragons were mucking up pretty much everything. Varlais also tended to make himself a problem, though never intentionally. Not really.
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James O'Keefe Confronts BlackRock Recruiter - He Denies His Own Words, Then Hides Inside NYPD Station in the Bronx (VIDEO) | The Gateway Pundit | by Cristina Laila | 42
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[NEW YORK] JUNE 20TH The O’Keefe Media Group has published a new story focusing on perhaps James O’Keefe’s most powerful investigative subject to date, BlackRock Inc.
In the footage, a BlackRock Recruiter named Serge Varlay describes how BlackRock is able to ”run the world” in about 7 minutes of riveting undercover footage. The footage was captured over the course of several meetings in New York by one of OMG News’ rockstar undercover journalists.
BlackRock Inc is the world’s largest asset management company that’s gained more notoriety as of late due to its large acquisitions. Varlay says it’s easier for BlackRock to do things when “people aren’t thinking about it” and the asset giant “doesn’t want to be anywhere on the radar. This story is a peek into why.
Serge Varlay told our journalist that BlackRock manages $20 trillion dollars worldwide. According to him, “it’s incomprehensible numbers.” BlackRock has over $9.5 trillion of assets under management, that’s larger than the GDP of all countries on the globe except the US and China.
“The senators…are f***ing cheap – you got 10 grand, you can buy a senator,” Varlay remarked in what is arguably the most unabashed description of corruption and bribery from their own company we’ve ever heard. The extended soundbite from Varlay is below:
You can take this big f*** ton of money and buy people, I work for a company called BlackRock…It’s not who is the president it’s who is controlling the wallet of the president. You could buy your candidates. First, there is the senators these guys are fuckin cheap. Got 10 grand you can buy a senator I’ll give you 500k right now It doesn’t matter who wins they’re in my pocket.
Varlay doesn’t stop there, he goes on to describe what those in his line of work think of the tragedy of war saying its “real f***ing good for business”.
Ukraine is good for business, you know that right? Russia blows up Ukraine’s grain silos and the price of wheat is going to go mad up. The Ukrainian economy is the wheat market. The price of bread goes up, this is fantastic if you’re trading. Volatility creates opportunity for profit…
Varlay added that its “exciting when s*** goes wrong.”
Despite the fact that Varlay literally asked the OMG journalist if she was “undercover” based on the nature of her questioning, Varlay didn’t know he was being recorded when he was sharing his thoughts. He was skeptical of the reporter’s questioning because “normal people don’t give a s***” about these harsh realities. “It’s beyond them,” says Varlay.
A video of James O’Keefe’s interview confrontation with Varlay is expected to be released soon. As of the time of this writing. A press representative for BlackRock Inc has declined to comment on the story.
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Remember when #BlackRock employee Serge Varlay said “Ukraine is good for business” because “the price of wheat goes up” when Russia blows up a grain silo?
Well, it’s happening
@NoAgendaLara
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My Series is here! The Tales
Bonjour!
I’ve finished plotting out my series at last! I don’t have any big WIP intro put together to share, but I got excited and wanted to share the list of titles in the series and talk a little bit about it (speaking of talking about it, send me asks! feel free to spam me with questions, I’ve been gone for so long from writeblr and am excited to be back).
So first, the different books within the Tales:
Tale(s) of...
1. Wolves
2. Two Kings
3. The Necromancer
4. The Sky Pirates
5. The First Enchanter
6. Aravir and the Afterworld
7. The Last Enchanter
8. The Old Forest
9. Oldguard
10. The First Professor
11. The Guardians
12. Varlais
13. Clockwork Cities
14. The Assassin
15. The Heart Thief
16. The Artificer
17. The Ram
Ram!? (one, why is your name there) you might be asking, I’ve read some of these, I know there’s an order, is this the order? Why isn’t it in order?
Because while the events in this series are chronological, the series itself is not. You could read this in any order and fully understand what’s happening in each book. But why write a series like that? Don’t you wanna control the cameos, the knowledge, the bread crumbs?
No. No, I don’t. I was inspired to write a series like this because I played all my favorite video game franchises out of order. And you know what? I loved the emotional impact. I loved watching friends play in different orders and have a whole different experience. I loved the feeling of reveal that came with it. There were moments that made me cry because of the order I learned about the game’s world in. And so, I attempted to put that in a book series. Will it be successful? I dunno, you tell me!
I’ll be self-publishing this series, starting with the first 3 completed stories. Which 3? Your guess is as good as mine, I’m writing them all at once.
See ya in the excerpts! And again, have no fear of that ask box. I’ll be waiting.
Ciao!
(learning Italian now too, long story, see the boyfriend tag)
#writing#writeblr#writblr#books#my writing#so excited to be planning this series out#and soon to be sharing excerpts from it!#theramwrites#im alive again#adventure#fantasy
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The Tales WIP Master List
Welcome to The Tales, the series with an end but no true beginning. While I may add in more major stories or companion novels, this is a (currently) complete list of the core stories in The Tales Series!
I’ll add links as each is posted, but for now this is just to share what it’s looking like. So with that, in no particular order, here are:
The Tales Of...
1. Two Kings (the first story...)
2. Two Kings (the second story...)
3. The Clockwork Cities
4. The Old Forest
5. A Dream Mage
6. Wolves
7. Varlais and the Arenas
8. Vrobaix and the Revolution
9. The Lost Apprentice
10. The Bard and the Pyromancer
11. Oldguard
12. The Ram
13. The Fox
14. Tungsten City
15. Aravir and the Afterworld
16. The Necromancer
Feel free to send asks if there’s anything you’d like to know about any of the tales, tag me on writeblr games, and keep an eye out for polls on which tales come out next!
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WIP Wednesday WHENEVER :>
Hi everyone. I have a busy day today so I'll tag ya'll instead lol <3
Tagging the amazing and wonderful @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @thequeenofthewinter, @throughtrialbyfire, @wildhexe, @oblivions-dawn, @archangelsunited, @gilgamish, @dirty-bosmer, @kookaburra1701, @inquisition-dragonborn, @snippetsrus, @saltymaplesyrup, @expended-sleeper, @orfeoarte, @elfinismsarts, @ladytanithia, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @polypolymorph, @tallmatcha, @rainpebble3, @rhiannon1199, @viss-and-pinegar, @late-nite-scholar, @greyborn2, and YOU. Yep. If I've forgotten you, then you're tagged. Feel free to tag me back :>
I have two active WIPS today so you'll get a ~400 word fragment of each <3
Below the cut!
1) Light the Way (yet unpublished)
Set in the 3rd Era, (and canon to World's fic universe) our Nerevarine Teldryn Sero has somehow convinced Neloth not to blatantly start a war, and to instead try a different approach to achieve his goals.
Sero’s face twisted through several emotions before it settled back into the familiar frustrated scowl he always wore. “The Empire can go f—”
“ —yes, yes, we know your sentiment. Spare me the histrionics, if you don’t mind,” Neloth interrupted with a flap of his hand, “because we do rather have things to accomplish today if we aren’t simply going to wreak havoc on the Mainland as I’d intended.”
“You know, we will have to discuss that topic again later,” Sero drawled, scratching the back of his neck. “As much as I don’t want to. For now, though, you’re right.” He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Hortator. It’s madness.”
Neloth glanced over at the distracted Nerevarine, caught in the glare from the soul gem. He’d likely win a prize for brooding if such a contest existed. Nobody seemed quite as capable of being so sullen over something as ridiculous as this. Granted, it was a responsibility that came with expectations even Neloth would be remiss to shrug off in favor of this abolitionist nonsense. But, like anything worth having, he’d eventually have little choice but to take the title. Or—Sero being Sero—convince himself he’d already earned it. The utter chivalry of the entire situation got exhausting after a while. What had happened to the slovenly bandit with a chip on his shoulder?
Though, come to think of it, Sero had never really been the type who allowed himself to be pointed in a direction and told to stab. He’d always been too clever for whatever he’d believed about himself all those years before. Not that he’d be caught dead telling the fool that, though.
Neloth shuddered at the implications of admitting any kind of respect for a non-mage, first of all, and an otherwise nameless urchin besides. Imagine. The Council would be in hysterics, and the ruse would be dropped, and every ounce of power he’d clawed to himself would evaporate in the blink of an eye. No. Securing a seat on the Grand Council was imperative if he wanted to keep his status. One did not simply earn a seat the same as anywhere else. Connections—or honestly, more like assassinations and lies. No. There had to be concrete proof of concept. What, exactly, could one do as a Grand Councilor that would advance the House’s position as a whole?
Destroy another house—especially one intent on encroaching on one’s own—by any means necessary.
2) The World on Our Shoulders, Chapter 31
The Embassy Arc begins and Athis is reeling from his encounter with someone some of you may find a bit...familiar :>
“You have no chance here,” the Altmer said. Athis paused and glanced at the man, eyebrow furrowed. His tone was matter of fact, like this was Gods-given truth. “They will find you and you’ll be no better off than I am.”
“We have a werewolf on our side, actually,” Athis said dryly as he scraped at the lock with his knife. “They’re welcome to try.”
“You are in over your head, Athis,” the Altmer said. Athis froze. For a second, he felt his heart all but stop. He exhaled through his nose. The man had to have heard Avulstein bellowing orders like he was leading the charge. That was the only explanation. The Altmer laughed, a mirthless thing. “Yes, just as I thought. I know who you are. We’ve known for a while now. Tell me, have you any idea where Nyenna ended up?” Athis slowly backed away, dropping the hunter’s knife in favor of his sword. The Altmer grinned crookedly and let out a low chuckle. “Because I do.”
Who was this?
“I’ll leave you here,” Athis warned, anger or bile rising in his throat, “and when Farkas is done here, there’ll be nobody left and you’ll rot alone in the darkness.”
“You wouldn’t, despite wiser advice,” the Altmer said, picking a thread off of his roughspun tunic. “That’s not who you are, from what’s been observed.” His voice had taken on a matter-of-fact tone. He was right, but Athis was still reeling.
“What do you know of Nyenna?” he asked after a moment, voice wavering. He swallowed hard. He had so many other questions, but the mention of her in a place like this… He had to know.
The Altmer seemed to ponder the question for a moment. “She’s on Solstheim. In a bit of a bad way, the last I’d heard, but the Telvanni are working on resolving the problem.”
“You’re lying.” Athis felt a knot form in his gut. A bad way? He knew then that listening to Aela’s advice had been a horrible mistake. That, or he’d fallen into some kind of trap.
“Believe whatever you want,” the Altmer said, gazing at his nails, caked as they were with dirt. He picked at them absently. “Regardless, it's as I said." He paused, listening intently as crashing sounded from somewhere on the upper levels of the keep. “The issue of Nyenna aside, you’ll never understand the gravity of what you’ve done here today. This will follow you. You’ve played right into their hands.”
#MareenaWrites#WIP Whenever#WIP Wednesday#Light the Way#Neloth#Nerevarine#Nerevarine Teldryn Sero#Nerevarine Teldryn#Teldryn#Teldryn Sero#Morrowind#Morrowfic#Morrowind fic#The World on Our Shoulders#Nyenna#Varlais#Linare Varlais#Athis#LDB/Athis#LDB/Teldryn Sero#Skyrim#Skyrim fic#tes#tesblr#elder scrolls#fanficblr#writblr#writeblr
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James O’Keefe - EXPOSES BlackRock Employee, Revealing “Evil” Intentions Of Global Ruling Class
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'F***ing Good For Business': Blackrock Doesn’t Want Ukraine Conflict to End
The hedge fund signed a memorandum of understanding with Ukraine’s government late last year, and indicated it looks forward to having an “advisory role” in the European nation’s “reconstruction.” In January, the Ukrainian president personally thanked BlackRock for its support, saying “everyone can become a big business by working with Ukraine.”
Stretching out the Ukrainian conflict for as long as possible is good for Blackrock, an employee with the asset management giant accidentally blabbed to an undercover reporter.
“Ukraine is good for business. You know that, right?” Blackrock technology recruiter Serge Varlay told a reporter posing as a date in a viral video published by O’Keefe Media Group this week. “We don’t want the conflict to end, we don’t want the conflict to end as a country. The longer this goes on, the weaker Russia is,” he said.
“The Ukrainian economy is tied very largely to the wheat market, [the] global wheat market. This is fantastic if you’re trading. Volatility creates opportunity to make profit. War is really f***ing good for business,” he said, smiling before adding “it’s exciting when s*** goes wrong. Right?”
Giving a hypothetical example, Varlay said if something were to happen to Ukraine’s grain silos, wheat prices would “go mad up,” with trading firms immediately pumping trades “into whoever the wheat suppliers are. Into their stocks. Within an hour or two that stock goes f****ing up and then you sell and you just made, I don’t know, however many mil.”
Asked for his views on why US media has invested so significant to prop up Ukraine in the conflict, Varlay said it’s “because it’s also good for business too. I mean, what’s news?...What does news feed on? They feed on tragedy, they feed on f***ed up events. That’s what people like to watch. So when it happens, it’s good business. More viewers. When nothing’s happening who the f*** watches news? I don’t watch the news.”
Varlay also offered insights into the ins and outs of political power in the US, saying financial institutions like Blackrock and banks actually “run the world” and are in the habit of “buying” politicians. What matters isn’t “who the president is,” but “who’s controlling the wallet of the president,” he said. The Blackrock employee added that the media’s job is not to inform, but to misinform the American public.
As for companies like Blackrock, “they don’t want to be in the news. They don’t want people to talk about them. They don’t want to be anywhere on the radar,” he said, suggesting it was “easier to do things when people aren’t [thinking] about it.”
Later, confronted by O’Keefe Media Group head James O’Keefe in a coffee shop in Brooklyn, New York, to explain his remarks, Varlay backpeddled, stressing he was just a “low-ladder person” in the company, a “nobody,” and eventually fled the café to hide in a nearby police station.
Blackrock is the largest asset management firm in the world, with a total of nearly $9 trillion in assets under management in 2022.The company has established a major stake in the Ukrainian economy, becoming a major holder of the country’s sovereign debt after the 2014 Maidan coup, and lobbying Kiev to partially-lift a decades-old moratorium on the sale of Ukraine’s fertile farmland.
— Ilya Tsukanove | June 23, 2023 | Sputnik International
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Blackrockmannen vill dra in James O'Keefe på polisstationen efter att han avslöjats
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Serge Varlay LinkedIn – Get All the Details You Need Here!
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Let’s take a look at the video of Serge Varlay, and then discuss his Serge Varlay account on LinkedIn and the discussions that surrounded it.
Have you ever thought about the way that big financial companies could try to control politicians and people? Recently, something very surprising happened! A journalist undercover secretly recorded an employee of BlackRock, one of the…
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Dogma’s Intro for The Tales
WIP Intro
Title: Series/ The Tales, Book/ Tales of the Necromancer
Book number?: You tell me
Genre: Adventure/Fantasy/LGBTQ+/Romance
Taglist: Let me know if you want to me added! I lost my old taglists for these stories.
Excerpt below the cut.
I’d like to tell you a story. It’ll be as short as I can make it. I promise.
Once upon a time, a land called Aravir was joined with ours.
I live in a place that has lost its name so many times it has become known as “The Between.” Between two places. Snow and dragon bones to the south. Lost magic and empty souls to the north. The Endlands and the Hollow. My story isn’t necessarily about the Hollow, or the Endlands, or the truth of what they once were, but you need to understand their history to know mine.
The land Aravir was once the Afterworld. A place where the living were not alive and the dead were within reach. Nothing dead was ever truly gone. Dreams were reality and death was only temporary (unless one chose to move on to deeper corners of Aravir, unsought by whoever they left behind).
Magic bled from this place, from Aravir. When it was part of our world, the living and the Afterworld were separated by stone walls just tall enough that they were difficult to peer over. Funerals were performed at these walls to urge the dead on or beg the soul to return.
But magic became resented, hated by those who wanted power they couldn’t claim from a land of people unbound. It’s difficult to tear down a forest guarded by great beasts and fire-slinging villagers. And so those who wanted power found a way to tear Aravir from our world, making it into a true After. A land just beyond the veil of dreams.
Here’s something I’ve learned. Nothing that seems simple is. Aravir kept roots in our world, Great Trees that could bridge realms. Magic, while removed, slowly returned and seeped even deeper than before into our soil. It brought forth grand creatures and all variety of mages. Once again, fear and hatred was bred for something so natural to the fabric of our world. To be fair, magic did become fearsome, but only as places like Varlais grew (another tale altogether). Aravir mirrored our world. As the world was poisoned, so was Aravir. A new realm called The Red was born between ours and Aravir. The roots of the Great Trees— at least, those that weren’t torched— rotted. Creatures once docile turned malevolent and deadly. New, more malicious beings came from the shadows.
Many stories told long before mine happen during these eras, a fraught and desperate string of woven-together happenings to undo what could never be undone. Hope is a thoughtless thing. I don’t mean that as a bad thing! Have you ever dived off a cliff? It’s easier if you jump without thinking.
A line of mages, the Enchanters. They jumped. Each sought to save Aravir and our world. It’s said that these Enchanters were very dear to the Afterworld, though I couldn’t tell you what consciousness existed in Aravir to make it capable of love. Maybe the final Enchanter would have succeeded. The world was in fact saved, but at the cost of his life.
As the bleeding sword fell from his heart, right as Aravir’s magic should have surged forward, brought back the stone walls, purged all the poison and smoke, mended the seams between realms, Aravir retreated. Maybe Aravir died with its last Enchanter. Maybe it deemed its efforts in vain at such a sight.
Whatever it was, our worlds parted once and for all. The Old Forest burned. The Great Trees disappeared, as if swallowed by the earth. Dragons fell from the sky and their bones crumbled to dust. Monsters became nothing but shadows.
Magic faded. Forever. Destroyed by greed and industry.
And now the Afterworld is that. An After. An untouchable place where the living can never be and the dead are forever dead.
Untouchable, before me.
(Perhaps this story won’t be as short as I thought).
#Adventure#writing#my writing#tales of the necromancer#the tales series#fantasy#lgbtq#lgbtq writer#writeblr#writblr
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