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Weaponsmith - Chapter 57

The lanterns have grown dark. The tables are empty. It is late and the others are still asleep or off doing their own things.

Hineni sits alone downstairs at his booth, a crystal glass set out before himself on the table, as he thinks.

Life has been hectic in so many different ways lately. The business, gathering worshipers for Obscura, keeping his people fed and content, each of those themselves is a full time job. He simply hasn’t had time to catch up wit...

Sunflower - Chapter 19

A most curious creature stands before us, resting beneath the cooling shadow of a tree.

A pair of beady, black eyes stare our way. They remind me of the birds, they remind me of the hobgoblins.

Burch takes a step back, lifting her hands and I watch in fascination, as the thing, the animal, the monster, which looks exactly like a mushroom, begins to move.

It is larger than a normal mushroom, by a good measure.

Its head reaches...

Sunflower - Chapter 18

There is beauty in the simplicity of life.

Grass, green, blows in the soft wind, carrying with itself a soothing, dry warmth.

It hints of a summer, mellow, to soon come over the world.

Burch and I have escaped the hobgoblins and we have walked in blissful silence for days.

I gaze up towards the sun, as my friend walks, her ‘hands’, which I have now come to understand, are gripping the ‘straps’ of the rucksack.

&...

Sunflower - Chapter 17

I am peaceful.

[Sunflower]

You bask in the light of the sun

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Wind blows across the rocky landscape, towards which we have diverged, leaving the road of days before far in our past, leaving the waterfall of days before far in our past.

I am serene.

- Leaving the field of r...

Weaponsmith - Poll

The frogs are getting bolder. A war has started. Things are going to get rougher from here on out.

Do we prepare for the future by striking first and hard, or by beefing up our defenses?

Weaponsmith - Chapter 56

The five of them stand together in the restaurant downstairs. Hineni had waited until night fell and everyone else left, so that they could talk about this without being overheard.

“Was it one of the customers?” asks Rhine, standing with crossed arms and leaning back against the empty booth, opposite of the counter. His eyes wander towards a white bundle of fabric that lays on the reception.

“Maybe,” says Hineni.

People have been comi...

Sunflower - Chapter 16

Tell me, Burch, why is it that you seek paradise?

We wander, traveling across the meadows and through the forests and over the hills of the world, west of the great-water.

The landscape here is akin to the landscape from our side of the world, but it is different.

The grasses, green, have a somewhat bluer shade than the green grasses from our home. The hills, rolling, are somewhat denser and more abundant than the hills from our home. The bir...

Sunflower - Chapter 15

Negative energies move through the soil, they move through the air, they move through the vibrations, spreading out from each and every step that a creature, infected by them, takes.

When something releases negative energies from themselves, it is easy to see.

These things, these creatures, are best avoided.

- Misery does love company, after all.

Perhaps that might be a cruel way to see the world. But, negativity is a parasit...

Sunflower - Chapter 14

Let go.

You must let go of these things.

This additional burden is a thing that one must not carry for too long.

After all, it must be so very heavy.

Today, the sun is bright. Today, the wind is slow and gentle. Today, the water of the brook is tepid and clear.

Only my friend, Burch, is a heavy, slow, unpleasant thing today.

I spread my leaves and petals, gazing towards the sky, basking in th...

Sunflower - Chapter 13

My friend is a most curious creature.

I can not say what it is exactly, that she is.

- A bird, a bee, a sunflower or whatever else, have you.

But I feel as if we have grown to know each other, despite not knowing each other. I am a sunflower, she is Burch.

Is that not enough?

A day has passed in full and we do not continue our journey, rather, we sit and hide on the outskirts and curiously gaze towards the ma...

Weaponsmith - Chapter 55

A month and three days have come to pass since then.

Muffled voices ring around the restaurant. The booths are full of people, who are talking in hurried, hushed conversations. The sounds of clinking glassware and rustling metal plates accompanies their discussions. The room, the restaurant, feels very much alive tonight. The space is awash in the orange glow of the rekindled lanterns, hung from the ceiling.

Except for one, which seems to have died out unusua...

Sunflower - Chapter 12

I do not understand many things.

I do not understand why paradise is a place that we must go to.

- Why is every place not simply paradise? Would that not make more sense?

I do not understand why the not-birds were so intent on finding my friend, back across the great-water.

- Is she a creature of particular concern? Or was the hunt of the not-birds more indiscriminate? Were we simply always caught up in its midst through shee...

Sunflower - Chapter 11

My friend is staring at me.

In a way, I have grown accustomed to her doing so. In another way, I find it bothersome.

I have taught her to gaze not towards me, but rather, towards the sun.

- Perhaps she is confused today? Perhaps she thinks that I am the sun?

How flattering.

We are taking a break to rest. After arriving on the distant shore on the west side of the great-water, we had walked for the remainder o...

Weaponsmith - Chapter 54

“And?” asks Hineni, sitting there somewhat nervously.

Sockel looks up his way, lifting her eyes from the sheet of paper for a moment, before turning her gaze back down towards it.

“It could be worse,” replies Sockel. Hineni exhales. That sounds like relieving news. Sockel flips over the sheet of paper, looking at the other side of it. “But it could also be better.” Hineni winces. She lifts it up, holding the log of daily sales up to the light. “...

Sunflower - Chapter 10

I have been to the wide grasslands and I have been upon the vast shore.

I have been to the deep forest, as I have been in the dark cave.

Now, I am upon the great-water.

This is not something that many sunflowers can boast of.

Though, I do not like to boast.

The boat sways, rocking gently as we float adrift, carried by the gentle current and the west-wind.

To our left, there is water. To our r...

Sunflower - Chapter 9

Powerful.

The silence, it is powerful.

My friend walks, she treads along the side of the water, moving along the shoreline, as we have no way to cross over the great-water. Her feet, bare, slip through the soft sands beneath herself.

Behind us, towards the east, the wildfires of the drylands are still visible, the plume of smoke growing larger and larger by the day, as the hungering flame spreads, consuming what is left of the world we had le...

Sunflower - Chapter 8

It is a ‘house’.

I know this, because she whispered the name of the entity to me as we approached.

Now, my fox-friend digs and rummages through the guts of the house. If I have understood correctly, this is a nest, created by her ilk.

That would explain the gray-place, which was the remnants of many houses, burnt to ashes. It would explain the cart-cave that the old, gray, male lived inside of, before we ate him.

- This h...

Sunflower - Chapter 7

I am at peace.

My friend is at peace.

We are at peace.

Water drips, dropping noisily to the ground as it slides along the face of the collection of big rocks that we hide inside of. A shelter.

After much drinking and much walking, we escaped the fires of the dryland. Now that we have left them behind us, the rains have come.

- An irony, I suppose.

I do not have particularly strong feelings ab...

Sunflower - Chapter 6

I do not understand what we are looking at.

My beautiful butterfly-friend and I stand in a thicket and stare out and across a lush meadow.

It is green. It is good.

Atop the meadow is a thing. It is a thing that I do not understand.

It reminds me of her cart.

But it doesn’t move.

I turn my head, looking at her wary eyes and then back at the not-cart.

Someone exits from insid...

Sunflower - Chapter 5

It is peaceful.

I sit between the rocks, my roots buried into what little loose soil there is to be found here.

It is an unusual place for a sunflower to be.

She crunches.

I turn my gaze, looking at my wormy-friend. She is clean again. She has washed herself of the red.

I liked the red.

It made her look beautiful, like it made the rock look beautiful. It almost made the two of them look like ...

Mirabelle's Boots - Chapter 4

Midnight moonlight silhouettes her form as she flies over the darkened city, the gaps between the many houses are lit aglow by the warmth releasing from the thousands of windows. Behind each sheet of glass is something obscured. Shadows move as people prepare their evening meals. Sounds of laughter come from larger buildings, where many of the humans, elves, orcs, dwarves and other such things seem to have gathered together in shared places.

Mirabelle stares, hovering down on...

Weaponsmith - Chapter 53

Hineni stands out in the big-now-small forest, staring up at the barren, snow-laden branches of the many trees around himself.

Just a generation ago, this forest was much, much, much larger.

But with the expansions happening throughout the city, modernizations, new fortifications, new enterprises and industries, wood has been going fast, at least around this area.

The deep-forest, off to the south, is where the elves have made their cities. O...

Sunflower - Chapter 4

A suitor approaches me as we walk.

I lift my petals, hiding my face from it as it comes to me. A bee.

The fat bee buzzes noisily, scouring the landscape for beautiful flowers. I am flattered. Thank you, bee. But I am not ready yet.

Besides, you are making my friend nervous.

My mushroom-friend, staring warily at the bee, picks up her pace.

The confused bee however, unsure as to why I am moving in such an unusu...

Sunflower - Chapter 3

It is nighttime once again.

My friend of questionable attractiveness rests off to the side, her two stumpy, poky upper branches are wrapped around her lower limbs as she lays there before the fire, pulled into a ball.

I have determined, after much deliberation, that the two things on her face are indeed eyes and not seeds. Birds have eyes. So I know them. But the eyes of birds are black, soulless things.

- They are not to be trusted.

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Sunflower - Chapter 2

I am a sunflower.

Isn’t that nice?

But the sun itself has gone to sleep now and its soft warmth has left the world for another day.

That is unfortunate.

However, I find warmth reaching me from somewhere else.

From my high perch atop the wooden thing, I turn my still growing, bulbous head. I look at the source of the heat, at the fire that the ugly-flower, my savior and abductor, sits before.

New Story - Sunflower : [A sunflower based litRPG]: Chapter 1

Hello. I am a sunflower.

Are you a sunflower too?

Well, it doesn't really matter. Today is a calm day. The wind is warm. I do not know why I am alive, but do you want to look at the sun together with me?

- I am a sunflower.

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I am a sunflower.

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Mirabelle's Boots: Chapter 3

A tree.

It’s the first tree that she’s seen. It’s there, off in the distance. Mirabelle stares at it, her heart feeling lighter for a moment. The fairy runs towards it, sprinting across the open field in excitement at seeing her first real landmark.

Something screeches. The light of the sun is blocked out for just a fraction of a second. Her instincts scream. She’s about to get crushed again! A boot!

She only ducks out of the way just...

Mirabelle's Boots - Chapter 2

Her stomach growls.

Mirabelle lays on her back. Her incredible, almost other-worldly desire for revenge has been dampened with ludicrous speed by this new sensation which had crashed into her the exact moment that she had found the exit of the grotto, the moment that a gust of fresh air had touched her skin, touched her face. She simply fell over, back down onto the ground once more, exhausted.

A deep, clawing hunger sits in her troublesomely empty stomach. I...

New Story! - Mirabelle's Boots: The cruel fairy's wish: Chapter 1

[I was reborn after being murdered because of the true wish that I made for revenge against all human-peoples, but now I’m alive again and I actually just kind of don’t want to do that anymore; so I opened a shoe-store instead!]

Mirabelle’s Boots - The cruel fairy’s wish [A shoe-making litRPG!]

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Now that Dungeon Item Shop has come to an end, here is a new...

Weaponsmith - Chapter 52

Sickly moonlight shines in through the windows of the library, covering the dark toned wood and the drab, carpeted floors with a tinge of blue. The soft, cold glow radiates around the room, from top to bottom, flowing along the lengths of the spines of many different books, each of many different colors. It tones everything into a dimmer, more matte hue.

Hineni stands there, downstairs in the library and looks around the space.

The library is an excellent fin...