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Hey there, fellow adventurer!

Hey there! I’m Aayu (he/him), a newbie writer who spends a little too much time lost in fantasy worlds, building new adventures & stories, trying to create poetry that doesn’t always rhyme [oops! (ᵕ—ᴗ—)]. I’m here to share my writing, learn from all of you, and maybe even get lost in a few collaborative projects along the way. I’ve got a lot of ideas buzzing around in my head, and this space is where I’ll bring them to life. 🌟

“If it wasn’t for Hammer over here, we’d all be in a bit of trouble I reckon.” Dank had wandered to the tall human’s side, adjusting his robes about himself. The rest of the group nodded in agreement as Orlogg dropped from the eaves to the ground below and rushed to Dante, grabbing him in a tight hug.

“Get off me.” Dante croaked as the half-Orc squeezed him off the ground. Orlogg dropped him and nodded towards Armand in thanks. The man shook his head and looked around the party.

“Is everyone all right? Any injuries?” He asked as Orlogg reached into his pouch, producing one of his salves. Shenzu raised his left leg, a series of gashes carved into the soft tissue. Armand knelt and placed a hand over the cuts, shooing Orlogg away.

“You’re lucky, it’s not down to the bone.” The man’s hands glowed with a soft amber light as he placed them on the Draar’s injured leg. When he was finished the wound was healed, but the Draar continued to keep his weight off it fully.

“It’ll be sore for a while, but you should be okay. After a night’s rest, you'll be good as new.” Armand said. Shenzu sniffed, “It is nothing, I can still fight. Thank you.” Orlogg offered his salve to the Draar.

“This should help. At the very least it can numb the pain if you still have any.” The Draar scowled at the fowl smelling liquid but took it anyway.

I finished Storge.

I have a manuscript.

I can't even begin to tell you how much this means to me. I have been working on this story seriously for three years. I started learning about writing craft five years during freshman year study hall. This world has existed in one form or another since middle school. This is over 6 years of work and trial and error and laughter and tears put into this story.

And it's finally done.

I can't wait to share it with you.

-Etta Grace, Author, 1;29am 7/29/2020

Man or a monster by Sam Tinnesz and Zayde Wølf.

I was tagged by @weathershade. Thank you!!!

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I thought about adding context to this, but eh, I’ll just let it be confusing. sorry not sorry

Fortune Hollan doesn’t have time for other peoples’ lies even if he himself is a liar. He tucks his left hand under his right elbow and leans back in his chair, only half-listening to his professor’s lecture on Magician law history. His eyes close and his head tilts until it rests on the edge of the chairback. Someone’s loud huff causes him to peak one eye open and sure enough there’s Juniper Graves narrowing her eyes at him while she shakes her head, almost imperceptibly. The corner of Fortune’s mouth twitches into a lazy smirk, which only causes Juniper to sigh.

Tagging: @queercon-ic, @arte-muse, @happyorogeny, @edgywords

“We were only here for the gold these two idiots promised. Perhaps you are mistaken, and it is really these two who are the problem?” Shenzu argued, his tail swishing against the ground behind him. Sheba shook her head, “I’m afraid not, Warrior. The myth foretells a group of six, destined to save all Weyard from the unnamed.”

“The unnamed what?” Dante asked.

“We, those of us who are ancient, do not speak of it. It is far more likely that the darkness of the nameless is responsible for the event in Garo than anything else. You wander along a path towards the eye of the sleeping one, and should it be awakened, everything will end. The first step to you not disturbing the unnamed is to not know of it.”

“It’s a nameless beast? I can strike it down.” Armand hoisted his war hammer as it crackled with energy. Sheba shook her head.

“I admire your strength. But you do not understand. Some things were locked away long ago for a reason. This should never have come to pass, yet was always written to. The one you seek has upset the balance, learned too much, and hungers for more. Until they are stopped, this world will know nothing but suffering.” She went to a nearby apple tree and picked a ripe, red apple. Holding it in one light green hand, the apple withered and decayed within seconds.

“This is a crude example of what the unnamed will do, should it be allowed to escape. Not a soul alive will be able to stop it or fight against it should it be unleashed. In all my years, I never thought I would live to see the day where the Six should be standing in front of me.” Orlogg used his hand and bumped Dante in his thigh, mouthing “the Six” at his friend. Dante rolled his eyes, “Look, I appreciate all the chatter and the insistence that we are some band of heroes who can stop a great evil, but to be honest: I’m a whore. This is a whole lot of not bed-work for you to be directing at me. That’s not what I’m really about, and this one,” He pointed at Orlogg sitting beside him pulling grass from the ground, “He’s half an idiot and a herbalist. You’ve got the wrong people, at least with us two. Maybe the drunkard, too.” Vestare swore and spit on the ground, glaring at Dante.

HERE’S THE COMIC SANS POWERPOINT Y’ALL WERE ASKING FOR I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

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