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    Prowler

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    Chris Foster

    Nelacar Part Two The fool didn’t retreat. She knew this from the way the trees murmured. She knew in the way the breeze stirred, like a slumbering beast about to wake. She knew because his scent grew stronger, that awful…

  • Rules and other superfluous things

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    Chris Foster

    Nelacar Part One Never go beyond the briar thicket The warning echoed dully in Nelacar’s head. With the perfect poise of haughty arrogance his high elf kin were known for, he stepped over the invisible line and delved deeper into…

  • Tourists

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    Chris Foster

    Shaman Argumu Part One Shaman Argumu relaxed in the swamp. Above him the sun was drifting lazily to the horizon, a cool breeze cutting through the heat of the murky depths. A cliff racer dived from its perch on a…

  • Welcome to the Hidden Grove

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    Chris Foster

    As you wander into the secluded clearing, the sound of birdsong filters through the trees. Dappled sunlight creates a rippling sea of shadows upon the green. A figure emerges, sweeps a hand at the ample space and indicates to get…