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Warhammer Trolls

A Zoologist’s Guide to Surviving Magical Creatures

Okay, imagine this: you’re a fresh zoology grad, just trying to get a job that doesn’t involve washing cages all day. Then you stumble upon an online ad—"Internship Opportunity: Help Save Endangered Species." Perfect, right? Exactly what I thought. Spoiler alert: it was a trap (kind of). Hi, I’m Carl, and I clicked ‘Accept’ on that job offer. Next thing I know, I’m transported (yes, transported—no plane, no car, just poof, new world) to a place called Mythica, where the "endangered species" aren’t exactly the kind you’d find in a textbook. Dragons, griffins, phoenixes... and did I mention the unicorns that somehow keep stealing my lunch? Yeah, no one prepared me for this. Turns out, mythical creatures don’t follow the same rules as regular animals. And apparently, I’m the guy they think can help keep them alive and thriving. Why? I have no idea, but someone up there must have a sense of humor. My daily routine now includes things like figuring out how to calm down a hangry manticore, negotiating with sassy mermaids (they’re surprisingly into fashion advice), and trying very hard not to become lunch for a disgruntled dragon whose "emotional support blanket" I accidentally set on fire. Every day is a new adventure—sometimes it’s a thrilling race against time to save a creature, other times it’s me trying to convince a very annoyed phoenix that it’s not my fault its nest caught fire (again). And while I might’ve expected my skills in zoology to help, turns out, handling mythical creatures involves a lot more ducking, dodging, and hoping the healing potion works before the head caretaker finds out what I’ve messed up this time. So, if you’re wondering what it’s like to trade in your average internship for a crash course in ‘How Not to Get Stomped by a Troll,’ buckle up and follow my story. Trust me, it’s gonna be a wild (and occasionally fire-breathing) ride.
Draserraney · 18.2K Views

The Holy Trench Wars

What happens when inspired by Warhammer 40k, Trench Crusade and the Lovecraftian mythos to write a war and military focused story.... You get this; a story in which multiple major factions are neck-and-neck at war and the impact of said war. Expect a dark and grim tone from this war-filled novel and purely lore. Characters are consistently mentioned but nothing too in depth about any of them is explored because this is more of a fictional journal than it is a novel. Expect countless losses and blood spilled without second thought. Of course, that is not all to expect. Forsee a chronological story rich in lore and character interactions told as if from the eyes of a historian. As previously stated the story has a very grim overall theme but also interesting lore. I should of course mention that "christianity" exist in this story, and of course plays a pivotal role in the progress and one the the constantly reoccurring themes in one of the main factions. But this is not meant in any disrespectful manner especially since I am fully aware certain things are completely incorrect or against christian faith yet I have still written as such. That is because this is an alternate christian faith and please understand that the only deities in this story are Lovecraftian in nature, like the eldritch gods Nyarlathothep or Yog-Sothoth created by sir Lovecraft himself. Therefore the "god" in this story is in no way the abrahamic god, but something purely conceived in my fantasies which of course I will share with you. Additionally I should add that real world themes, names, places or even events will be mentioned - consistently, and even used, applied or told differently to fit in context of the story so please understand that as well. Furthermore I would like you to understand that large scale conflicts are a nigh constant in this story. If death, blood, gore and in depth explanations thereof are unsettling to you, I urge you not to read this story's contents That's all, bye!!!
AlwaysCautious_7021 · 193 Views

Celestial Academy of Mystics

What if you wake up on the morning of your fifteenth birthday to discover a system screen floating over your head? It means you are a Mystic, one of the hundred people born each year who have access to the Celestial system and powers of the universe. What if when you go to get registered as a Mystic at their Academy you discover that all the slots are taken? There are already a hundred mystics in the system. You are a strange anomaly that has never happened in a billion years. Well, you must be none other than Xavier Xerxes. The weird teenager who was bullied for his strange white skin, long snowy hair and pink eyes is now also a Mystic who shouldn't exist. It couldn't have gotten any worse for him. Now he has to attend Celestial Academy to get basic training in leveling up and growing into the full potentials of his powers so he can slay demons and battle monsters from real to realm. He has the opportunity to grow from a human to an Immortal, saving the world along the way. Cool, right? But there's one little problem. Xavier doesn't do anything that could pass off as stressful. No, he prefers to read books in the library. He loves to write stories and poems. He cries through romantic movies. He has never walked farther than a meter in his life. No sporting activity whatsoever. He hates violence. Now they expect him to carry a sword. He is supposed to turn his body into a weapon of destruction, and his mind into a fortress of power. What the hell? How is he expected to survive a day at Celestial Academy when he has been home schooled since he was a child? How is he supposed to kill a bloodthirsty troll when he is scared of spiders? Exercise drills, push ups, war games...meditating? Never before in his life! Right. We all have to wait and see. Hopefully he'll find a way not to die on the first day.
Percy_Seacrest · 203.3K Views

Roost of the Palace

In a land of long ago, the soils were untainted by the cruelty of war. Kingdom's stayed in peace, every monarch kept their feet up as the everyday within their land flowed like the fresh waters. Kingdom's that consist of humans, beings that all had their own trade, each kingdom providing unique and exotic goods. But one stuck out, a Kingdom that almost fully exists within the mouth of the large volcano of Vallendrconis. The unpredictable aggression of nature was tamed by the magic that this kingdom held. That magic being far greater than any mage could wish to have. The gift of the ability to shift their weaker and non-magical bodies into that of the graceful and powerful dragons. The kingdom that had fully built on those who weld a dragon morf. The dragon's built their kingdom with the natural magic, the elements. Taming the molten larvar and building a grand Palace within it's mouth. With their power they've built a peace over all kingdom's, their own kingdom acting more as a council. This peace was not ment to last. Within the ancient times, a tradidy struck, a poisoned arrow had hit its target. As the poison took the life of The Queen of Montes, so did the lives of many soldiers. The poison of such a cruel and twisted power could only be brewed from the volcanic flowers of the Draconis kingdom's. The dragon morf kingdom. The King of Montes declared a war that outnumbered the dragons. Banishing them underground where they're cursed to live in the deepest depths like monsters. A gift fell on the Kingdom, a prophecy, declaring "When the war has been scorched from history, when dragon's and human's have grown. A Queen will fight for the blade, who will set foot on the grand Palace again. A King will rebirth their grace and together their new monarch and heritage will forge the blade into peace. Birthing the new empire and a new dawn of time will be born". Nearly over two centuries had past since the great tradidy. The surface having been wiped with any evidence of the dragon morf's existence. And the once great kingdom became a muffled myth, turning into the villians of the old fairy tales. Now the four kingdom's rule over their own land, peace unbalanced and any alliance so easily lost. Princess Shir of the, newer and largest, kingdom of Vallendrconis, was raised. This Princess had been set up to marry the Prince of Montes, the oldest kingdom. Princess Shir knew of Prince Rknom, hearing the tales of how he defended his kingdom against a stampede of trolls, fighting the foul beasts off and protecting his kingdom. Princess Shir also knew the delicate but also unstable relationship between the Vallendrconis kingdom and the Montes kingdom. The two having only recently left a war on a peace treaty, now seeking an alliance. That's where their marriage came in, Princess Shir knows the importance of this ordeal but deep within her heart she knows she's ment for something much greater. She knows that becoming some lonely Queen to a warrior King was not the path set out for her but could she abandon her duties on a hunch? Or will she have to forfill her duties and marry this Prince for the sake of her kingdom's alliance? Further down into the earth, a fallen kingdom scrambled like rats. The once proud and noble kingdom having lost any grace they had after being banished. Prince Eoviet finding struggling into feeding himself let alone the very few left of his people. In a last attempt he used the old tunnels up before his now twisted and scaleless snout poked into the open air. The first for his kind to see the open world in over two centuries. Now under the mercy of the Princess, he had found himself digging around for any sign of hope for his people. To find the last evidence of his grace within the volcano.
Tahliz · 5.8K Views
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