The Archaic Chronicles of Dome-Wyrd

IX: Repercussions of The White Past.  All was quiet but the whistling wind that molested an unseen path, against the caverns walls, moving the water, in an erratic fashion.   The knights, slowly wandered down the icy mountain, careful, to not trip and slip down the frigid path of hidden slopes. Down into the village that was once, a horrendously horrible bloodbath, to these clueless elvan knights on prideful missions by Mondisi’s demand. Brought in by the king’s request, on a later date than the massacre, positively  unaware of the brother’s brutal squabble.   This stroll through a ghost town was pleasant, for them, if it were the brothers, irrefutably, it would have been unfathomably nerve racking. It's always better to be ignorant, than scared of the truth, Manis knew this, and soon, Mondisi would too..  Broodth, was not a ghost town although, it may have seemed so. To these unsuspecting, snow elves, it made no difference.   A young girl, w...

VIII: A Glass Kingdom’s Prosperity.  The following morning the king approached his new subjects that he found  ever so delightful, he strolled with a joyous hop, bouncing out of the palace doors, before him now stood a plethora of elves. Working on the homes they had promised, honoring their words.   Mondisi glowing like the day before them, the soldiers slung their tools and hammers over their shoulders- taking notice of their suddenly healthy king.   “Aye! our king isn't weary anymore! good tidings sire! And a swell rising we all hope!" The hearty elves hammering on the soon to be liveable homes, shouted.   Everyone else in town whispered, confused and at a loss, how not a soul has mentioned the guards that have yet to return, that the king, if it even was him, rudely sent to their possible death.   "don't worry about these homes, i'll gather some folk to take care of it- all of you however, I have a task, specifically for your set of ...

IV: A Hidden, Glass Kingdom.  Without thought they all strolled, one after another, their clanking metal footsteps were harmonious in this terrible monotony, that was only worsening.    Into the dark caverns they repeatedly stomped. They could not see before them, but they all knew where to go, even the limping queen.  The only light they could see, was a pinched cone of light, breaking the ceiling. Wandering through the hall of rock, toward the unknown cone of light, they saw its undeniable beauty and none of them could avert their glare.   Just beyond the rock-hall was a skinny pathway surrounded by a swaying body of water around them. At the end of this dimly lit path- there it stood. The thing this she-demon of sleep supposedly promised them, was not a lie.   Constructed in a strange cubic fashion made of a frosted white glass, there were two floors to the castle, and two towers that stood on opposite ends, to the right, behind the tower was a...

III:  Three Trials of Royalty  The path winded up a good few miles into snowy cliffs that seemed to have no end. After what seemed like a fortnight of traveling, there it stood, gawking at them. There lied a stone archway, built from the products of earth, but not for man, nor elf, the entryway seemed to be so tall that it was built for beings of a certain enormity.   The wind howled as all of the Snow Elves slowly entered, the king’s emerald circlet began to glow even brighter than it was before, leading the way for the Elves that marched in front of the king, cautious.   The eerie gale from outside moaned its way through the caverns-The wind continued to howl, whispering past all of them, and whistle, practically shrieking until it revealed a distinctive whisper, they all heard it. It, was her... Mondisi shouted, “I-I-I-It’s her! The one from my dreams! I know her!” His soldiers and sons shocked, all-repeated in synchronization,   “Aye, me too, ...

II: The Unbeknown Massacre of Broodth. The brothers arrived on Dome-Wyrd's shores, a sandy sizzle, with the piercing dawn. Disrupting the tide, all of the royal-Elvan brothers stood side-by-side, behind their father, heads depressed. Eyes shut and silence filled the room as they faced all of the kingdom’s guards.  a few dozen filled the room, standing attentively below the stairs.   A storm rolled in, with the cue of crackling thunder, occupying the ship’s quarters, were the brothers, whom previously were arguing. The Elvan king shouted with a freshly poured stein in his hand.  “My sons! Our perilous journey is being heavenly rewarded! I'm sure of it! The premonition I had.. the moon shines down on us." He slowly states as he limps his frail frame toward a window in the cabin, with a perfect view of the moon. Illuminating the sea below- perhaps it was the angle, or the alcohol, but the illumination from the moon made the water glow like an ethereal bridge to an unknown pr...

The Second King of Yore:  The Rotting Kingdom Of the Plagued Snow Elves. I: A Haunting Odyssey   As one calamity rises-and-falls, another is only bound to transpire, ever too soon. Little did the mortals know, they would cherish these simple days, in dark days to come, they will pray to have these days back in their arms. Ah, alas, foolish dreaming won't stop the sun from rising, that none of the poor mortals happened to hope for.   Far to the north of the bubbling bogs, past forests that have no end, past hellishly deep desert canyons that know only the driest, most physically testing of climates. There lies a mountain range, unlike any other. The daunting peaks were undiscovered, penetrating through the gloomy rain-bloated clouds above.    Vaea, snapped her flawless fingers of starlight, and yelped,   “astral eggs!” Weaving her hand in a circular motion around an invisible point on the center of The now repaired balcony. No repairs can erase the...

Chapter VI:  The Bubbling-Bogs. “So the Bubbling-Bogs eh?” Grimace called the swamps, the destinations the rumors have decidedly lead them to.  She came to a slow, tilting her body downwards as Manis hopped off. Springing his knees as dust puffed around him.  “I can take you as far as the path in the forest, just follow it, you won’t be able to miss the bogs. When you’re ready my dear, say my name! and you will find my shadow over you, no matter what I have to trample to get to you! Now! Run along, there’s a kingdom waiting for you!” She pauses with a bubbling cackle… “And Manis… lest you forget I’m always watching; They’ll never be able to stop you… just trust in me... trust in the darkness...follow it unto the sea of Oblivion…Follow destruction can only mean rebirth…” Her voice hums, vibrates, lulling Manis into a haze that paralyzes him and his visions begins to shake. Before Manis can readjust his vision, her ruby eyes glistening against the torches light, making them...