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

"[Reptilian] Ah… excuse me, great sirs. I thought you knew how this city truly works. I am truly sorry…" He said, bowing deeply though Draga could still catch the faint smile hiding underneath.

"[Reptilian] We aren't locals old man. If you would be so kind and explain what you mean?" Draga asked, frowning under the cover of his hood.

The old man smiled once more, as he gave a deep, polite bow.

"[Reptilian] Certainly, great sirs! It's no problem at all!" He exclaimed, pushing his fragile shaking palm towards the group. From the bright smile and the greedy glint flashing in the corner of his eyes, it didn't take a genius to find out what he was waiting for.

Reaching for the leather pouch he got from their Master, Draga grabbed a gold coin and placed it in the old man's eager palm.

Chapter 675 -The dark alleyway