The Creation of A World~o The Creation of A World o~~ A Small Tale About Our World ~Like a blank slate, brimming with potential,The Void beckoned Us, and we came to shape it.With Claw and Skill, we made something special,Solancia, this new world, would shine like a Garnet.The Clouds, the Sea, the Mountains, all newly formed.Each God had a role, which they eagerly performed.Fywaria sculpted the earth, using her fiery hands.Cheelynn made it rain, watering the sunny lands.It was now a warm, wet world; But alas, nothing lived yet.But not if We had anything to say about it.Voltricio sowed the many seeds, which made Solancian foliage grow.Terraunia brought her brood, and the other animals would follow.It was now a lush, green world; But somehow, it was still bare.One final creature We decided to make, it's ability beyond compare.Man and Woman came forth, life from the ground still barren.Fywaria made the Man, Voltricio the Woman.Fleetaro gave them Intellect, to be able to re-collect.Fywaria gift
The Soulkeeper's InvitationThe Soulkeeper's InvitationPleasantly surprised, I cherish our greeting.Welcome to my home, and inspiration.A tale, you say, is what you are wanting.Well then, I will arise to the occasion.This is a tale of yore, and also a list,It contains all of us, nine in all.I hope it is sufficient, and you get the gist,For you are the first to hear this at all.First through the rift, his headdress grand.A Claw at his side, and a Staff in his hand.His feet sandal-clad, and power like no other,His name is Lord Epspii, he is my brother.With Claw and Staff, and insane skill,The world with life we did fill.Though this rhyme is short, do not fret.You have not heard our full story yet.
Architect of DespairArchitect of DespairWoe is me, my mood is sour,My heart is heavy, and my mind a mess.I've done it again, an act so dour,My eagerness, naught but a source of distress.Love is beautiful, but it's bite quite dire.When, upon refusal, a hollowness to condone.Intentions wonderful, but their recipient like stone.My feelings like ash, swept from a dead fire.Every time, like a badly-closed wound,I bleed profusely, beyond compare.What else should I expect, my fate is bound,I am my own Architect of Despair.
TSS: Xenultha's Vengeance Part II Chapter 7The Soulkeeper Saga: Xenultha's VengeanceAn Epic Fantasy Tale~- Part Two: The Grand Journey to Ivorypeak-~~ Chapter VII ~Having arrived at the chicken coop, Isaneya stood in awe at the sight of the majestic Solancian Chicken. Unlike the small, docile birds known to her, the Fywarian people bred fairly aggressive birds, in order to make them stronger. A more-muscular bird means a bigger bird, as they say. The chicken before the two friends was three feet tall, and its plumage was a light-brown. A violent shine was in her eye, for it knew exactly why the mortals had come to the coop today. Sweating a little, Isaneya turned to Kylaef. "I wasn't expecting a fight," she muttered, sounding a little annoyed. Smiling, Kylaef knelt down and drew a strange symbol in the dirt. Getting back up, he then turned and exited the chicken coop. "Where are you going?" Isaneya asked, her face showing how shocked she was. Nodding toward the mud-brick hut, Kylaef threw Isaneya a strange metal t
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