*getting no reply from lex, Bael simply walks out of the place.

29th of the Deep Cold, 1328

Orcs, the world’s favourite race… They run around comically and are generally the best thing to happen to aegis since the aengul. One particular orc, Urara, I will chronicle in this story… She has been burned badly by scarring, but still perseveres, showcasing the brute strength of these mighty orcs .:: She has gone so…

A portal to the nether? In an elven prince’s house? I’m sure the public would love that… Ohoho… I reccomend a vote.:: ~M.V.

‘Tis only a pen name. M.V., however, are true initials. Mavelus Vakir, Your friendly stalker.

Such a sad lifestyle I love, loving the thrill of a good book, yet, when I want to write, I’m helpless without creating my own adventure..

*Mail!

In the beggining, there were three. Bael, Skarner, and Skylart. The three resolved to form a group of adventurers, a guild, if you will, which they centered around a sandstone tower. After the tower reached it’s fourth floor, and the guild it’s fifth member,

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What a tragic tale, we the short lived humans. Our kingdom is flawed. The poor live in the bowels of the city, confined to the sewers, while a large amount . of our population, even those with sizable money, cannot find housing. While it’s true that monarchy allows for a less corrupt system of government,…