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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UPDATE: A supportive reader has created a Discord Server. Here's the link if you would like to reach out to me and/or join the community:

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

Whilst Captain Ixorak and his men have sprung the trap that was set for them and were now suddenly forced to face a battle from two fronts at the same time, back at the entrance to the rebels camp the situation remained the same.

Whilst the assault of the Temple Guards was now being unleashed with their full might, the steadfast elites of Draghan's still managed to hold their positions and stand their ground. The loud clinks of the robust shields withstanding the relentless assault filled their surroundings. Together with the violent and loud war cries and shouts, added together with the occasional blood curdling gurgles, the front line remained the same.

From behind the shields, the tips of lances, pikes even some trident-looking sharpened farmhand tools shot out, ending the misery of whatever skink grunt they could reach.

Chapter 595 - Battle of Survival (Part 5)