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I wrote this up for the MUSH. Been a while since I wrote something. Been a while more since I wrote something Gaera religioussy. This was fun. c/c if you want to.<hr size=4>

--THE LEGEND OF THE TOWER OF NEKOGAMI--

It is told that there was once a ruler who was very devoted to Nekogami. It so happened that this ruler aspired to build a tower which would reach up through the blue heavens to ...

It was a late, late night, and Kali wanted nothing more to do than sleep. But no, her freaking superior had to call her to the scene of a new murder, one where the mages had found no fingerprints, no magical residue, and worst of all, no one with an incentive to kill the person murdered. She was an elderly shut-in, no relatives at all, and probably hadn't left her house since the Doman war. ...

Gnashrak's cheeks burned with humiliation as he sat staring out over the plains. The day had started out so well, too. With the appearance of the Crooked Spears tribe on their doorstep, the day was set for feasting, drinking and some good trading.

Guzrond had won the ritual punch-up quite handily, to the appreciation of the rest of the tribe. Magnanimous in victory, he'd shared a drink with his opponent, and the day's festivities had ...

Meh. I'm bored. So I think I'll do a bit of backstory on one of my more favored characters, name of Tolaris. Enjoy, as I plan to go through with this one.

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<div style="text-align:center">Stage 1-Denial</div>

This wasn't happening. Couldn't be happening.

Shira couldn't be dying.

I wouldn't believe it. She wasn't even twelve yet. And we couldn't even afford for a good white mage to come and help.

I had to do something. I ...

Something I was inspired to do- For those who know of Jak's World of Warcraft RP, this will make a lot more sense.

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Charcoal's Field Log.
Mission 6- Assassination of Nancy Vishas.
Mission Start Date- 16/9/30 DP

Mission Info- For years, Inquisitor Soloman Vishas has worked with the Scarlet Crusade to rid the world of the undead- Be it Scourge, Forsaken, or simply a necromancer practicing his profession. However, Vishas's methods are questionable. He ...

Also Known As Dae in the Doghouse. You'll get what it's about later...

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Daenj’r Tymisonn didn’t like things that were that big. He didn’t know why, they just felt… insurmountable to him. That’s why he didn’t quite like this cathedral. His brethren had built this place called Ashura’s Heart to the east of Doma years and years ago. Supposedly it was near to the place where the faithful began their worship of the Goddess, ...

(Despite the fact that it is totally finished by now, I'll be posting her backstory in separate episodes because it's really too damn long to fit in one post.

So, post one begins it.)

To ask about Tassi's childhood is to invite a story much longer than it has any right to be. She lived a full adult life before she was born to the Wells family in Baron. In her previous life, she was ...

Recently, I'd related a series of dreams I'd had to the group in chat. Naki & Sage suggested I write some stories based on them.

As such, I have. I've decided to write it in occasional installments, from a diary perspective...and what better place to do that than in a LiveJournal?

As such, I give to you...

Dreams of Zeal

PS: Be sure to check the Profile section of that LJ. It contains a little ...

<span style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align:center">Chapter 1-Vague recollections</div></span>

It's another lovely day here. I'm at peace, my friends are with me, all is good. The sky's blue, the grass is green, and Kumo over there is having fun practicing another of his dances...life is good, for the nonce.

It always is, until that bastard shows up, takes over one of us, and starts his little games. Eight hours, more occasionally and less other times, of pure torture. Pain. ...

Converging onto the centerpiece, the manifest destiny unfolds before us. Who dares take hold of the key? He speaks in tongues and licks his language wounds inflicted daily by wandering merchant kings. Things look better on the other side of the fence, till you get there. Where they said? Head west. It's the best, and you'll never catch a fair breeze standing still. Take those pills and lock them down your closet shoebox pipedream. Seems ...