Of Mortals

In an age of fire, an age of iron, the old evils of Verillia began to grow in strength and number to clamp down on the mortals of the realm. As the great lord of the demons vyes for control of the land, an opposition must rise in an attempt to cleanse the world of his blight. Yet, will these warriors even have their chance against the demon lord, or shall they fall to his minions?

Of Mortals- Chapter One

The sound of wet, ripping canvas echoed across the snowed encased land as the almost ethereal ebony blades tore into and through fur and flesh. There were others that had poured into the campsite…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Two

Sirian stretched longingly towards the sun, the warming golden rays cascading down and soaking into her fur, reawakening more than just her dormant mind. It wasn’t quite so easy to feel nurtured and nourished…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Three

As they closed in on the temporary settlement that was sat in the center of the valley, a group of weary-looking warriors moved to accost them. Their immediate attitudes were not violent; however, the…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Four

The tension in the tent was not lifted as another lynx came along. This one was in a mad hurry to find Shi’Karil despite it appearing as though this was where she would always…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Five

The wolf and cougar leading the convoy dismounted, waving out a paw to the women behind them to remain in the saddles. From where Sirian and Shi’Karil sat, it was hard to say precisely…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Six

Despite the twisting of ill magic happening just before them, Shi’Karil attempted to carry out the still half-finished spell. The cleansing fire still could work, she hoped; after all, it was what drove the…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Seven

By nightfall, they had reached the encampment. They had ridden swiftly through the twilight of the day, hoping to avoid any peril that the ride could throw at them. However, upon returning, Shi’Karil and…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Eight

A war was raging inside Mishonrayel’s mind and body, one of which he had all the stake in but hardly any control over. Second by second, he could feel that burning sensation in his…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Nine

There was no mollifying the gathered travelers, not after all they had seen or all that Mishonrayel had done in his fit of rage. Sirian had no ambition to turn the crowd’s overall emotions…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Ten

A daunting legion stood at the northern end of the camp as Sirian and her wolves penetrated the perimeter. They were a sight that none of them would forget and one that those among…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Eleven

If the tumult that Sirian had left when entering the tent had been chaotic, what she returned to after her very brief conversation was bedlam, utter anarchy. More bodies and blood were scattered and…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Twelve

The midnight procession had begun as a hasty retreat but fell to a slowed, calmed meandering southward. It was nearing dawn as the refugees finally settled safe and sound at the top of a…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Thirteen

Mishonrayel sat patiently awaiting the return of his accomplice as the twilight began to press on into the morning. The coyote figured it was better left to the quick and nimble cougar to track…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Fourteen

Sirian lit her paw with a globe of sunlight, the action would have hardly burnt much of her Erkinan without day’s light feeding her power, but with it, it may as well have had…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Fifteen

The eerie yet sweet and somber and almost awe invoking cry of the carynx echoed across the barren lands encrusted in layers of pale sheets. Yerra- Maxinimus VI, stared almost blankly over the procession,…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Sixteen

Maxinimus watched from one of the high balconies as the three wagons from Desmus began their journey back north. It would be a lengthy one but one that would have to be made as…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Seventeen

Terlynn stared speechless at his father after informing him of his plan, and still after, he could not find proper words to address his father with. It wasn’t until after they had returned to…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Eighteen

What heat was left of the coals dissipated the moment the stove door was opened. The chill of winter greedily devoured it before the women could ready to depart. In spite of it, they…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Nineteen

Mishonrayel shifted back and forth on his feet, watching the groups merge and separating again and again on the streets far below in the city. From their vantage on the hill, there was no…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Twenty

The cathedral was a massive monstrosity of ebony set into a nighttime scene that somehow looked bright by contrast. All of the various towers and buttresses made the undertaking seem something that could have…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Twenty-one

As figures moved down into the valley from the southern horizon, the light waned, fading from night into day, or perhaps it was day into night, it was almost impossible for Mishonrayel to differentiate…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Twenty-two

Irritated beyond belief, not even quite sure why he should even remain, Kovarlin adjourned to his rooms. Mishonrayel would be no use venting to. The coyote seemed too stupid to be anything but muscle…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Twenty-four

“That’s another three more, Moqura, but the lances and lives lost… How much longer do you think they’re going to persist?” Allaren asked, not sure if even the highest commanding field officer had the…

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Of Mortals: Chapter Twenty-six

“…Jaium!” Sirian sat up with a growl of concern, her mind racing as her eyes shot about wildly. It took a few moments, but before she knew it, reality had set back in, and…

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