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

"Contestants!" The old man shouted, causing the crowd to once again turn silent and watch with a rising animation as the old man raised both his hands in the air.

Giving it a couple of seconds to get the crowd to calm down, the old man stepped back, to the side of the twisting dark portal. Then, he looked to the side, where the 4 groups were stationed.

"Get your bearings ready, calm your nerves and step up! The moment has come. You will step through this gate and begin your journey to bring glory to your Pillar, and claim victory in his or her name!" He exclaimed, flashing a thin smile. His old, shifty eyes gleamed over at his own group for a brief moment, meeting with a rough-looking short, brown-haired man at the front. The man reached for his small mustache, twirling its right end, as a crooked smirk together with a meaningful glint flashed across his face. He nodded, then raised his right hand above his shoulders.

Chapter 510 - The Opponents