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Char Explains The Four Forms Of Magic!

Author's Note: This my attempt to create an exclusive bonus for my patreon followers. If you guys like it, I'll continue to post more Char Explains. They'll cover various parts of the world of Feral, such as politics, weapons, mythology, and even how it relates to our own world. I'll also be doing some interludes to show some characters perspectives of the universe. If you enjoy this, please let me know :D

Char stepped in front of the chalkboard, staring out at the audience with a bit of nervo...

Feral: Chapter 15

I reached into my satchel, ripping out the first of the three items I’d brought along for defense. As the men in armor rushed me, I threw the small bag on the ground, mentally activating the rune on it.

The bag, tied to rip open on impact, slammed onto the ground and released its contents. A rune of kenaz ignited and exploded the tiny amount of gunpowder inside the bag. The eruption sent shattered the vial in the bag, sending its contents outward in a cloud of vapor.

The men in steel a...

Feral: Chapter 14

Allgowlden City was usually one of the most beautiful buildings I’d ever seen. Jennifer only let me visit when I came of age, and I’d spent my childhood wondering what it was like. Of course, I’d had no idea it was a brothel.

Two stories tall, taking up a small space near the docks, it had ivy vines trailing along the walls, cloth drapes on all the doors stained glass windows depicting scenes from history, and of course, the prostitutes that frequented the building.

Jennifer hired ...

Feral: Chapter 13

The day after I told her about the attempt on my life, I could tell it was bothering her. I was watching Katya fight another small group of knights in the training area where those four knights had tried to kill me. As I watched her beat down her opponents, twirling and spinning through the air, Katya seemed to have plenty of time to ask me questions.

“What weapons do you use Char?” she backflipped out of the way of a slice, then rushed in to smack her sword against the helm of the man who...

Feral: Chapter 12

After the earlier debacle, I had to come up with a way to cut the cloth I’d made. Hasha finally brought over a scapel and used that cut it to shape. The scapel, designed with runes Hasha hadn’t taught me yet to slice through anything, still managed to dull, and it took up a bit of time to slice through the carbon sheet. Still, it was worth it.

With the carbon sheet as support, I could make the armor even faster , and make it lighter without sacrificing the strength of it. Katya preferred a...

Saiyan In Brockton, New Chapter

Everyone knows about the legend of having a demon and an angel on your shoulders, telling you what to do, guiding you through your life and trying to push you on certain paths. At least, in Western culture. I wasn't so sure how popular the idea was in the rest of the world.

But for me, I could almost picture two versions of myself popping into existence even as one of the giant twins slashed out at me with her spear. I leapt upwards and felt a bit of wind as a blade the size of a wall slashed ...

Saiyan in Brockton Chapter Soon!

The new chapter is coming out soon. There were delays thanks to things like computers breaking and work, and nephew, and being an adult. Never thought I'd miss the Moroccan countryside, but it was easier to get work done there. Anyways, I'll be posting the chapter on here first, but I'll post it an hour after on other sites. Merry Christmas everyone, and hopefully this chapter will do the job for ya.

Feral: Chapter 11

The next day, I was doing work on the gauntlets. The chestplate and backplate were cooling off, with the runes I’d place within them merging with the armor. The gauntlets, on the other hand, needed a lot of work. While armor on the whole tended to be very intricate over all, gauntlets and greaves, or hand and foot armor, need to be able to move with the wearer while still protecting them. This made them the worst parts to make in a time crunch. So, I was cheating.

I placed a diamond on top o...

Feral: Chapter 10

I managed to get an hour or so of extra sleep. It wasn’t very good. My dreams now made far too much sense now. But it was rest, and I felt a bit better after waking up. Arthur and I had breakfast. Like Jennifer said, he had slept well. In fact, he seemed more at peace than usual. The body in my workshop was gone. Only the scorch marks on the inside of my gauntlet’s barrel and the dozens of throwing knives resting on my workshop table told the story. I almost threw out the knives bef...

Feral: Chapter Nine

 With the earlier fiasco over with, we were able to focus on buying our equipment. Steel ingots, bull skin, coal, small amounts of silver, three diamonds. By the time we were done, we had a small fortune in goods in the back of the cart. For good reason after all. I was making armor for a religious icon. Anything less than a fortune poured into making the most high-quality armor I could would have been a waste of time.

When we got back to the house and entered the workshop, I could he...

Feral: Chapter Eight

The next day, Katya came over. And so did Hasha. I’d been going over my plans with Katya when he entered, wearing a red shirts this time. True to form, he immediately broke the ice with a joke.

“Oh, and you must be Katya,” he smiled, holding his hand out politely. “Delighted to meet you my dear, though I must say, you aren’t what I expected.”

With an odd amount of gravity, a paw lifted up and shook Hasha’s hand. Mountain nodded at Hasha with fa...

Feral: Chapter Seven

True to his word, the first thing Richard did when he’d dragged me back to the castle was call the guards to grab the knights in the clearing. Two others took me from him, and he led them to a medic.

Soon, glowing hands were pressed to my skin. The medic, a dwarven woman raised an eyebrow as she took note of the slices cuts in my body. She had pale white eyes, and skin and hair even darker than Father Matthew’s. “What happened to this one?”<...

Feral: Chapter Six

When I came up to the Chapel in a carriage for the second time, it was with far less tension than the first time. For one thing, I was no longer under arrest, instead riding freely next to Katya in the carriage, with a pair of guards across from us to make sure she was safe. For another, I got to see a lot more of the Chapel.

As it turned out, even the massive castle was barely scratching the surface of how big the land given to the religious sect truly was. We went around the...

Feral: Chapter Five

I had an odd dream that night. I was making armor. But the armor seemed to explode everytime I made it. And as I did so, a knife came closer and closer to my neck. The knife didn’t scare me as much as the bright blue circle in the distance.

It wasn’t a nightmare, just very odd.

What truly scared me was when I woke up to see the face of Mountain the dog smiling happily at me from the right side of the bed

“Planes of existence!” I fell off the be...

Feral: Chapter 4

The carriage came to a stop.

“Out,” said the official curtly.

I obediently stepped out. We’d been in the carriage for a while. As we left, the smell of the dirty city streets I was used to, began to give way to far cleaner scents, like lavender incense, the salt of the sea, and food cooking in shops and homes. And now, as I stepped out of the carriage, I realized why.

We stood in the Nobleman’s Section of Jarvin. Here, I could see Jarvin Tower even closer than ever b...

Feral: Chapter 3

The next day, I was working on something new.

Art had left for the Prophesied Child. He wasn’t a devout man, but he did have hope that she would turn out to be everything the Chapel of Valor claimed she would be.

More importantly, many possible clients might go as well. Clients hoping for things as expensive as a suit of armor for example. Granted, we didn’t hold much hope. As hard as we worked, the number of people willing to overlook my orc ancestry was just enough to keep us...

Feral: Chapter 2

As I walked home, I kept a careful watch on my surroundings. I must have gotten complacent. After years of living in Jarvin, a city known for its hatred of hybrids, halflings, orcs, and combinations thereof, the few times I managed to get caught were always due to me simply not paying attention.

It was understandable. Today was supposed to be the same as any other. I’d only gone to the docks after all. It was a great place to pick up various reagents and tools after all. Since Jarvin’...

Feral, A Half-Orc's Story: Chapter One

Author's Note: Bit nervous about this. A lot of work and research is going into this story, so hopefully you all like it. I hope to publish this one day, but for now I just want to get ideas and attract people to my Patreon so I can finally get home. But most importantly, I want to write something of my own that makes people interested in my stories. Hopefully, this will do it. Below is a brief summary, but any facts give by the summary will be explain in story anyways, barring s...

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A Quick Apology

Sorry about the lateness of the chapter. Hopefully the pic makes up for it a bit.

Due to our current situation, we weren't able to post as often as we would wish, and so had to hold off on this story. Please forgive us, and thank you for your support. Have a great day :)

Alice's Thoughts

Alice

The world today was created from the greed of men, but isn't that always the way. Man strives for more than he'll ever need and brings the world crashing down with him.

Our world today is one of war. Everyone, from the shopkeepers to the soldiers, from the beggars to the businessmen have been forced to kill or be killed in so many ways that it's a wonder most have not gone insane.

It's unknown where the cataclysm began. That's the thing about war. It...

Fifteen

Abandoned Train Station, Valiant, Human Territory

The illusion of no sound broke with a bang as gunshots and yelling were heard.

Alice griped her walkie so tightly the plastic groaned in protest, and she lifted it to speak in a hurried rush.“What's going on?” Alice asked. “Loki, Henry?”

No reply.

More gunshots. Then silence once again.

Elizabeth ran out from between the trains, already covered in...

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Fourteen

An Abandoned Train Station, Valiant, Human Territory

As the Pack gathered into their formation, Alice tapped the hilt at her side. The train yard was full of old vehicles, twisted hulks of steel and wood from the golden age of mankind. Now, the smell of rust and rotten wood filled the air, oil spills from decades past still staining the gravel under her feet like blood.

She turned to look at Lana, who was sitting in the massive...

The Beast

A/N: Hello, Hello! Apologies for not uploading this week.~ Here's a chapter we've been working on as a replacement for Chapter One.

((Some people were complaining that Chapter One didn't have enough action so we decided to change it. We would love to hear your opinions.))

As always, thanks for your support and have a fantastic day! :)

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Feet clad in sneakers slapped the pavement in the frantic drumbeat of fear. The scent of sweat mixed in the air with...

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Thirteen

Hunters Headquarters, Valiant

“Okay, I'll do it.” Alex sighed as he walked up to mother who’d asked so desperately for help.

“Oh, thank you!” She wrapped her arms around him as they stood in front of the office he’d just left, grateful tears on her face. After a moment of hesitation, Alex patted her on her back, looking uncomfortable.

“No problem.” He pulled away to look down at her. “N...

Twelve

An Abandoned train station, Valiant, Human Territory

Fred had long ago lost the trail of the wolves but she could still smell remnants of them which led her here. To the train station.

Well at least that's what it was, now it was just another abandoned building.

She walked into the station. Her hood pulled down, the leaves crunching beneath her boots.

The train station had been long forgotten, with garbage a...

Eleven

788  Lloyd Avenue, Ron Kirk High School, V'neck

Alice turned into a school parking lot. In the ancient past, cars of all makes and models would have filled it. Today, parents came on foot, horseback, or with bicycles. Cars were a luxury, after all. Alice always felt awkward when she rolled into the lot in the massive armored jeeps all higher Pack members had access to. She pushed aside the feeling of being watched, long used to it, and e...

Sorry About This

Running through some technical difficulties.

Probably won't be able to update for a few days.

Will have chapter up as soon as possible.

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