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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http://discord.link/Shaele

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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

The skies above Haven have long since turned dark by the time Aiden was finally done with discussing everything with his servants.

He made sure to calmly and patiently listen to Thuk, as he excitedly explained their dream of restoring the Lizardkin races to their past glory. These so-called 'Temple-Cities' were incredibly large, hidden wonders of the world. They were monumental metropolises made of pyramids and ziggurats, ancient, archaic structures that are mostly hidden deep in marshes, swamps, and lush jungle biomes.

There were many unknowns surrounding these mysterious places, as from Thuk's excited retelling of the stories, they were more than just being the home of all the cold-bloods, the lizardmen. They weren't even just simple nexus points for worship, but something much more.

Chapter 445 -Going back