A Tale of Felarya ch11Eric awoke up feeling groggy, hurt, and with an odd sensation of blood rushing towards his head. With his vision slowly returning to him, he noticed that he was once again hanging upside down in the shed, naked; oddly though he still had the ‘lucky’ hat on his head and the ring from the statue. He could feel the cool metal through the chains that replaced the ropes from before.A Tale of Felarya ch11
“Uhhh,” he groaned, “Not again.” Once again, he felt someone poking him. “Let me guess, it’s either the ghost of Christmas past or the boogie man.” He was twirled around to face his tormentor. “Ah darn. It
A Tale of Felarya ch10The mansion sat on top of a hill not far from the city, so it was fairly easy for Eric to make his way down to the city and avoid the guards. The city itself was quite a sight to behold. The streets were clean and paved, with fancy street lights. The vehicles on the roads ranged from ordinary carts to very modern looking cars to very advanced flying vehicles traveling on or above the streets. The buildings were all different sizes, some towered over him and others seeming like simple homes. They were so different in size and design that he couldn’t really see one clear style. All Eric knew was that he was in awe ofA Tale of Felarya ch10
A Tale of Felarya ch9Night had fallen on the forests of Felarya. The half moon above the land shone onto a dark and deadly land, but there was still movement from an assortment of creatures. Beasts of many sizes flashed into sight only to disappear just as quickly through the foliage. On the forest floor a lone figure was occasionally seen moving through the brush.A Tale of Felarya ch9
Eric grumbled as he moved through the dense underbrush, carrying two large sacks on his shoulders. “All of it? How the heck can one fairy eat all the freaking food!?!”
Between Gina’s (and Eric’s) raids on the fridge and the visitors, Eric was having troubl
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Don't touch the Phlebotinum!
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Don't touch the Phlebotinum!
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"I have never known any trouble, that an hour's reading would not dissipate"-Charles Louis de Montesquieu 1689-1755 French Political Philosopher
Looking forward to more of your work.
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Sweetness comes from the most succulent fruit that you loot from a wild tomatoe.
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i'd never shoot your arm off with a shootgun ...... well not on a tuesday any way XD
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