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] Apologies for the wait, dear sirs… If I may ask for your attention for a moment…"

As Draga and the rest turned to look at the suddenly emerged presence, they were met with a slender feminine figure donning a deeper purple, almost wine colored satin robe; almost as if it was merely a bathrobe, yet she wore it without seemingly no problems.

Amethyst embroidery runs a course at the robes seams, with a royal-looking golden etching adorning its sleeves as well as its neck. The strange female reptilian, draconic skink to be exact, brought a bright contrast to what one would expect in these parts of the city.

"[Reptilian] My name is Circe Kox Dragaur, and I would like to first offer my most sincere apologies for the slight inconvenience our prolonged response has surely caused to the respected sirs." The strange, unknown woman donned a polite smile and bowed deeply.

Chapter 680 - Circle Kox Dragaur