A quick brief as to how this spawned.
I know this seemed a little spontaneous, but let me explain. I am quite used to being ignored and such, but I figured I should atleast go out of my way and say my peace. As you've read in the link above, I have stopped my fanfics because I saw that they were no good. So, with the side project, I wanted to give you all the option to choose whether it should be posted in here or not; to be read or not; and/or choose WHICH story catches your attention.
Hrm... lessee... well, for one, I want you all to know that this is quite important to me. I want to see what you viewers have to say about this. I REALLY want to do a short story, but I don't want to do a fanfic. Plus, this place is more capable of stories if we expand the genre-barrier a bit. (In theory, I also think that this forum has the potential of being incredibly active if we didn't simply have a "fanfic" genre...) Anywho... I am asking, not only permission to use a non-fanfic story here, but if you guys want to read it and which story you want to read.
I pray you guys ponder on that...
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Stories
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The Twilit Sun: In the province of Centra-Tier, a young Eladrin Fighter, Feir 'Ce Daetys, finds himself in the chaotic disarray of a lich overlord by the name of Tela'mon Xeireth. As young Feir wanders into the city of Andramor, he notices the desolation of the Realms. The city finds itself in another plane of existence uncharted by mages, but well known the lich necromancer Tela'mon, Emperor of Andramor. The plane is known as Necroscient, or "Dead Knowledge." There is no day and no night, just perpetual twilight, ever-gloomed with a horror beyond imagination. The black-crowned tower of Mortym pulsates a plague-like radiance, a sickly purple bubble of light that kills and resurrects the dead of its master's choosing.
With little time to spare and beyond the reaches of his ancestors, the high elf must search for an escape... or become a puppet of Tela'mon the Black.
The Pandemonium Wheel: As the Titans forged the Multiverse and the Laws in the stead of their father, Khaos, they created a Wheel whose purpose was to balance the Laws with Discord, an essence of which gives purpose in equilibrium. The Pandemonium Wheel. A tool that could equate and surpass the powers of the Titans. It never spun, not in the eternities in which it was forged and shaped. It was a Doomsday device. The Titans, though all powerful and greater than the gods, saw their existence if they continued to live forever. Time's limitless sands had shone their existence. Boring, drull... unending and uninteresting. So, as to equate their Laws, the Titans created the Pandemonium Wheel, a beacon to their Twilit hour. Their death. An interesting turn of events in the hands of mortals. Their death, the destruction of time and space... a peace in which the immortals thrive for, but are quite patient enough to await.
Aeons after its making, a young mage fell upon a ruin far to the northern lands of Ranaamar, near the Forlorn Shore. The sentient artifact, deep within the ruin's catacombs, cries its song, its pleas squeezing the young wizard's heart. Dominion was its promise. Power and great rulership of the Realms. As the Pandemonium Wheel begins its spin from the wizard's touch, his soul was then bound to it. It has given him what he had promised, but the sentience stole the apprentice's mind for its own and began the havoc...
Tael al'Voraan, an albino elven ranger, finds himself in a tavern after a rescuing the farming village from a bestial raid of orcs, a small band of around twenty savages. After a night's stay, the village begins to go through changes. Nightmares and fantasies become wild, insanity and sanity become one... a new ruler takes claim of the land that Lord Alistair has declared his own.
The young apprentice mage, Tyrant of Vaelamehl, begins his quest for destruction, chaos... and Ragnarok...
The Howling Blade: Almuora, the goddess of chaos, death, lies, and secrets, created a cursed artifact as a "practical joke" for her "male" subjects.
During the Age of Fallen Stars, where the stars fell from the sky for an entire Cycle, the cruel and malicious Almuora had her brother, Harum the Onyx (a lesser god,) forge a sword whose blade was made of black steel. The blade was indestructible, impossible to break even by Titan Magic, and upon the touching of Almuora's flesh and upon the drop of her sanguine blood, the blade moaned and wailed and howled, forever thirsty for blood, forever hungering for souls. The sword of alien steel fell from the heavens, becoming a great ball of purple fire as it crashed upon and through the plane. The blade was then stuck into a black-sapphire stone, an ancient relic from the Age of Miracles. It sat there in the underground caverns for ages... as the harmless Age of Fallen Stars ended, the Age of Amethyst began. Though Almura was an impatient god, she waited for one of her drow followers to find the blade.
After the escape of Quarrak Desp'Ana, Vallyn finds himself contemplating whether or not to pursue his traitorous brother to the surface. But before he ever came to a conclusion, his arch-nemesis finds him, coincidentally, in the Crossroads, a great domed cavern that breaks off into many different rooms.
At the sentient call of the hell-forged weapon, Vallyn's nemesis runs towards it blindly...
Trouble then occurs...
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Well, they may not be the BEST set of previews, but hell, I think they are good enough. Similar and generic, yes, but its simplicity is just... easier to handle? I think that's right...
So! Erm... please think this over before you vote and such. I atleast want to see where I stand here.
Thank you.
