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A Traveler's BaneCrunch. Solanian trudged slowly through a new blanket of snow laying comfortably over the past fall’s loam and leaves. Winter held tightly to these woods; even the thickest and most gnarled old tree branches were encased in a translucent blue-white case of ice, moving not an inch even as the frigid wind howled. He fought to keep his balance as this last assault pummeled him, covering his face to guard against the snow thrown up from the ground and down from the trees. The wind then abated, allowing Solanian to stand straight once more. He ventured another step, hoping againstA Traveler's Bane
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Jacob and EsauArinth, a 25-year citizen of a world he had long since come to despise, is now unemployed.Jacob and Esau
Brayl, his brother for some 22 revolutions of the Earth about the sun, has just been hired.
Brayl has Arinth's old job.
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Arinth was riding his bike for the first time. He was eight. Pedaling carefully, gauging the pressure on his back to ascertain that his father was still supporting him, he took his proverbial first steps into a new world that could only be seen and understood by those who were able to accomplish the feat of traveling via a vehicle that required some actual pre
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After the BattleThe north wind blows, Its bite a cold chill To all the remainder. The sky now snows; Crystal flakes fall On icy mountain slopes, Strewn and, too, stained With the remnants of the fallen.After the Battle
As crystal they fall, Pure and yet untainted. To but touch the ground Is to be stained crimson... Or perhaps not. Proud banners fly Stiff, getting frozen Over time spent in waste.
Mountains stand witness As the skies give the heroes An icy farewell. Neither cares much For the heroic deeds Or the glory gained there.
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Skalia, City of RainAs its inhabitants know, Skalia is a city of rain. The innumerable puddles reflect the gray skies from which fall the endless raindrops that both disturb and reinforce them, ensuring that the sky on the ground is perpetually warped by ripples.Skalia, City of Rain
The ground-sky is, however, somewhat treacherous. Concealed beneath the gray mirrors are the scars that once marred the ruined streets of Skalia. These are jagged holes left by an ancient war that has since been forgotten because it was lost, and as history shows, the victor is apt to seize the opportunity to write his account and ignore the fallen. &nb
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