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

"We know it's incredibly challenging for you and your kind, Rillon, but still…" The man standing opposite of the other five, a roughly middle-aged man with a short mess of matte black hair and a clean-shaven face smirked with a disdainful, contemptuous look at the mustached musclehead.

"…Try to go against the norm of your brethren and use your head for once." Instead of the leader-like figure, a grey bearded, much thinner-looking robed elder finished his words, matching the contempt in the leading warlord's voice.

His response caused a series of snorted chuckles from the others in the room. Yet, the brawny bald man only frowned at the eldest, robed figure's words, not saying a word but only scoffing to voice his displeasure.

Chapter 471 -Schemes and Plans