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OOC NOTE - Has violence. This is me test-running aesthetics on the forums and writing the start of my character! :) I'm new to the server, so any kind of lore that I got wrong or anything- contact me on discord and I'll fix it asap! ══- ‹ •◦ THEMATIC ◦• › -══ In the distant northern...

*Disclaimer* *This is the beginning of a little series I am gonna do that is gonna tell a possible future of Aliora, It will be told threw the lenses of the people living there lives during major future events of Aliora. None of this is canon, this is just me writing a possible future of Aliora...

Juane wakes up, her hair twisted and kept in a bun. Small beams of sunlight shine through her curtains. With an annoyed sigh, the Songaskia removes her sheets and moves towards the side of the bed where she would sit for a good five minutes. "Damn," she curses in Sofaal. This year, she dislikes...

(This is part one of an origin story for one of my characters. Expect the next few parts anywhere from later tonight to a week from now) “You… You’re hopeless, you know that, Henry...?” The words still lingered in the back of the Kathar’s mind, tormenting him to the very core. The only...

The brisk spring afternoon had started to melt away the frosty blanket to reveal the flora in a field not too far away from a home. It wasn’t anything special, thick sturdy logs to support the frame like a mother bear with her cubs towards any danger. — ━━━━━━━━┛ ✠ ┗━━━━━━━━ Ocean blue...

Silence is golden they say. Not a word. Not a single word. Hexagons with erratic designs that stemmed from heavenly origin descended from a bed of bleached sheets, coating the land with thick crystal that was the colour of fresh periwinkle. Water ceased to flow due to the halting divine power...

|__♡__| Please.. stay a little longer.. Rosana had her cheek resting on her palm, looking out the window - just another night that he had not come home, and though she had been faithful, she couldn't help but wonder.. Who could he be out there with - that kept him away? Memories flashed of a...

The people came into the Cathedral, sitting down in the isles, waiting for the ceremony to start. There was silence, save only the lacrimose chant of the choir as Reverends Jürgen von Drachenburg and Aelfric Harhold led a procession with just themselves down the Cathedral aisle towards the...

The only thing that comprised her thoughts, was the mist. It rolled in, constricting around her vision and her focus until her view of the world around her was but a pinprick of color in the eye of a vast tornado. And then, it too winked out of existence. The mists clung to her body...

A Long Night The night was quiet, peaceful. A window had been left ajar to let in the cool summer air. Adrian sat on the bed, his head resting on his knees as he looked out towards the starlit sky, unable to find refuge in sleep; so instead, he thought. He thought about his day. It had been...

The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive.. Yet, this evening in particular; it had a certain feeling of livelihood to it.. A pair of boots would stumble through the grassy mess surrounding them, a scarlett cape following suite soon to find themselves at the...

Although this doesn't follow the usual format for a lore story, given that it would only be seen by those in Swynmont, I chose to place it in the lore story section. -------------------------------------------------------------- Large posters bearing the following words would be pinned on...

One bright day in the middle of the night, Two dead boys got up to fight, Back to back they faced each other, Drew their swords and shot each other, A deaf police man hearing the noise, Came to shoot those two dead boys, If you don't believe this tale is true, Just ask the blind man, He saw it too.

The crowded tavern full of people, a woman in red beckoning her over to a booth. Walks in the park. Fuzzy images flashing in her mind. A stab, a bite, and broken fingers. Blurs of flowers littering her vision. A bang, screams, and a bright light blinding her sight. Amelina woke with a jump...

It was her plan all along, she knew damn well what was going to happen when she walked down the corridor. Of course, she knew there would be blood shed, flesh getting torn off, possibly her own death. It was her desperation that drove her to do it. To poke the bear. -- Clad in her gothic...

Prelude The character that is dubbed by the name Ardola is not this actual individual's name, and has been chosen from the village within Anglia to which these characters stories had taken place, respectively. Ardola Thumb in mouth, there leant your arm upon your companions shoulder...

Prologue I didn’t know what I had done until the bomb went off. Screams, blood, rubble. That’s all that surrounded me. Mothers grabbing their children’s hands and fleeing from the scene, shards of glass flying from the air stabbing at the ground, and even bodies, dead bodies that littered the...

This is a story told to young children living in the vast city of Regalia. Whether it is true or not will forever be up for debate, but that doesn’t stop the loving mothers, grandparents, or an older sibling from describing the terrifying scene of pirates attacking at the Regalian docks. The...

The freezing wind blew viciously throughout the craggy lands of Ellador. The great pines were bent by the wind’s ferocity, and weighed down by the snow from the blizzard. All signs of life were absent from the cold bleary plains of Ellador. The snow hares had long ago retreated to the warmth of...

To late did Cedric realize that he had thrown the grenade too hard. The lapis grenade went spinning right into the hearth were a blazing fire had just been brought to life. It laid there for less than a second and then the grenade exploded sending blue dust puffing out from the fire...