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Bluesquadron Reassembled Guidl

Eastern Martialist

Fog. The dense fog stretched across the sky. To the extent that even the best vision could only barely distinguish the scenery within a few feet. In such a place, not many would be willing to enter. All of people's fears stem from the unknown. A gust of wind rose. The wind, from some unknown source, stirred the thick white fog, gently advancing forward. The fog quietly parted, as if welcoming its master home. A path paved with white jade appeared before the eyes. Square white jade, all identical in size, piece by piece, extending straight into the depths of the white fog. ... ... Suddenly. An old and tattered boot landed on a piece of white jade. Followed by another. The boots belonged to a young man dressed in black. He stood on that piece of white jade for a long time. The wind had long passed his slender body and continued ahead, then oddly paused a few feet in front of him. The young man turned around. The fog behind him had already reassembled, obscuring the way he came. It seemed there was only the path forward. Understanding this truth, he no longer hesitated. The wind moved a bit forward. After about ten yards, a black broken sword appeared in his hand. Continuing forward for an unknown duration, the young man looked up and faintly saw that the road seemed to come to an end. At the end, there was something. As he approached, it became clear that the thing at the end was a crystal-clear... coffin. Engravings of some obscure and difficult-to-understand characters adorned the coffin, emitting an ancient aura... The wind ceased. The young man approached the coffin. Between heaven and earth, silence prevailed. There was an inexplicable force drawing him in. He leaned closer, looking inside through the crystal-clear coffin. Inside lay a young girl. The young man's gaze lingered on her face, but through the coffin, he could only vaguely discern her appearance. Just as the young man was about to look away, a sudden change occurred! The girl's eyes... opened! A pair of incredibly unique eyes appeared before the young man. In that moment, as if the coffin between the two vanished instantly, the young man clearly saw her eyes and what lay within them. It was... an incredibly bright, intensely burning sphere of fire!
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Tales of Aerkha - History Of The World Series Volume 1

This book includes untold stories of different but deeply related times that should go down in the history of the World of Aerkha. Then a bard must tell... An unsung song, a bard must hear, For an unforgiven soul, must play the reed clear. An unheard battle cry of a valiant warrior bold, A bard must scry and sing with honor to the threshold. A bard trembling in fear, with a fireball spell so near, A mage, lost in thought, may miss the spells he wrought and steer. A rogue slinks and sneaks, seeking the bard's heel to strike, A fiendish jab thrown hard, a tale left unrevealed alike. None heard the bard's final tale, as she cried out in pain and travail, After all is said and done, what is a glorious charm to unveil? Without a rhyme and a song, it's nothing but a lifeless arm, For it's the melody that breathes life, and the verse that keeps it warm. Author's Note to Reader: "Dear Reader, History Of The World series comprise of unique tales and suspense short stories from different ages and lands of the Aerkha World." This book marks my fifth attempt in the last fifteen years, but the third to be published here or anywhere. Previously, I was hesitant to share my work, but now I am eager to receive any criticism. Therefore, dear reader, I implore you to provide your comments freely. Your thoughts are invaluable to me. Thank you in advance, and I hope you relish this tale. The seeds of these novels sprouted from a role-playing game that I played during my university days. A finely crafted scenario allowed my friends and me to embark on hours of memorable sessions, each one rife with wondrous adventures. With each passing session, a new, special adventure took hold. We exchanged ideas for hours on end, discussing events in this fantastic world's history or debating the creation of new races. Now, I regret not having taken more detailed notes back then. Most of the events and dialogue have faded from my mind, leaving behind only an obscure old story and a faint outline of the fantasy world we created. But I knew I had something significant in my possession; seven characters, each more exceptional than the next, with sturdy backstories, waiting for the right moment to be reborn. Even though it has been nearly twenty years since those days, I always felt an obligation to do justice to the legend of these seven heroes. It was the writer's responsibility to reassemble and transcribe the fiction with skillful storytelling, as the tale was worth remembering."
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