Eotera Survival Guide - The Guivespear
Even crazy gods need to unwind... (Ft. Rheya and Zok)
Other Popular Posts
The Ring Thief - Chapter 1 - Dawn
Chapter 1 - Dawn The sound of boiling water and popping fat filled the inside of a small cave as the morning sun rose over the grassy flats of Eotera’s vast plains. Inside one of the many small caves etched into the expansive fields, a red-scaled draconian was assembling a crude morning meal. While he stirred a brothy soup of various meats leftover from his last hunt, the sun’s beams creeped into his home, tearing away the darkness he hid within. Taenith inhaled the earthy aroma spindling above the fire pit. The pot released streams of steam that floated to the top of the cave, where its scent congealed. The smell forced his grumbling stomach into sharp pains, even though he was all but bored of the bland, bitter taste. For years, it had always been the same meals. The fat and meat scraps of dead wolves, rabbits, and deer, stewed together in a greasy grool, had become the opposite of appetizing. But it was an easy price to pay for survival. After a few more minutes of stirring ...
The Ring Thief - Chapter 0 - Prologue
Prologue Eotera’s pale moon was blanketed by a tapestry of dancing stars and singing winds. They hung over vast, carcass-peppered deserts that bled along the breaking dawn. Indeed, the moon’s immortal beauty was ever removed from the dry, fraying reality of life beneath it. Not the prayers of the crying, nor the wails of the dying could penetrate the thick wall of heaven’s beauty. Where the night’s cold sky painted a brilliant portrait of hope, festering blood and mangled corpses caked the sands and streets below, in a city known as Lune, home to the draconian race, and named after their patron deity, Lunas. Under her watchful gaze, human apostles, adorned in plate armor, filed over oceanic piles of dead descendants of dragon kind. Under devotion to their pantheonic deities, it mattered not whether those they paraded against were young or old. As the beastly soldiers climbed up the streets with their unshaven beards and greasy hair, unclean from months of marching to the golden c...
Comments
Post a Comment