Shaele

Darkness. The ultimate ruler, the true One-Above-All. Everything starts from it, and everything returns to it eventually. People say that in your final moments, darkness seeps in your very existence, engulfs your whole being. They say it’s an incredibly relaxing feeling that takes you on your journey to your afterlife. They say that in the very darkness, the ‘nothingness’ your weary soul will finally be able to rest and relax. This brings up some very philosophical and existential questions. Do you even exist?

Follow the epic journey of Aiden, the last primal, a unique and ancient race as he finds his place in a strange, new world, filled with threats and violence.

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This story (and the world itself) is something I started writing and creating 15 years ago, while I was telling stories with my friends in our regular D&D sessions. The world is a hand-crafted fantasy world, filled with history and lore that we created over the course of years. While I may be new to the writing scene, I will do my very best to bring you an enjoyable experience. 

Hope you enjoy the journey just as much as I enjoyed creating it.

The Last Primal

"Saronite Mountains again? Huh, interesting…" Aiden muttered, after listening to the Orc Elder. The threads of fate seemed to be converging around that area lately.

From the supposed underground maze that may or may not house another Primal Altar, to the threat of the encroaching forces of the Empire now to even a hidden village of mostly defenseless orcs…

Thinking it through, Aiden couldn't help but slightly frown, causing the orc elder to grow worried upon noticing his reaction.

'[Orc] Did I offend him somehow?' He wondered, looking anxious and worried at the same time.

"[Orc] Uhm… Honored Lord…" With dread, he meekly voiced his growing concern, focusing his gaze on the wrinkles on the young man's forehead.

Chapter 399 - Problems in Paradise