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

"You wanted to dance, right? Come, let me lead you then, you disgusting brat!" Naybeah sneered following it up with a roaring battle shout as she grabbed the long hilt of her circular-headed battle axe and swung it at the man, aiming at his chest.

Jumping to the side, the young man, Lord Bart had to let go of the man he was just about to finish and shift most of his attention to the fierce amazon.

Trading a couple of sudden fierce blows, the two sides jumped back several steps, facing each other, scanning for weaknesses on the other.

Suddenly, bellowing one more thundering battle cry, Naybeah exploded into a sudden charge, rushing against her opponent, the arrogant youth, Lord Bart.

Her 'clothes', drenched with blood were barely providing any sort of cover at this point other than holding her generous curves in place. Her blonde locks fluttered against the wind as she crossed the moderate distance between them in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 641 - The Snob Spawn and the Amazon