Nights of Dragons and Genies: Chapter 3 by BladeSquall, literature
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Nights of Dragons and Genies: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: “Return to Raithwall” The territory of Raithwall was the most southern peninsula of the continent, past the Raithwall Mountain Range. The mountains were too high for most aviary species to safely fly over, cursed with a near-endless blizzard for most of the year… save for the three months past the New Cachou Moon, when the blizzard let up just enough for most safe flights through the mountain range. Otherwise, you’d have to travel by foot through the monster-infested Bloodfang Canyon just to get to and from Raithwall… provided that either the Waning Scalieon Moon had not yet given way to the New Lampras Moon, which would cause the pass to fill with a hazardous snow-fall. Luckily, for Gargec, his brother had forced him to come through the region on the New Cachou Moon, which made the trek through Bloodfang Canyon manageable. It was still monster-infested, as the two were battling a pack of manticores in their humanoid forms, but it was manageable for two
Nights of Dragons and Genies: Chapter 2 by BladeSquall, literature
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Nights of Dragons and Genies: Chapter 2
Chapter 2: “The Garden of the Harvest Genie” The continent of Orobia, in the center of the map of Skyeria, was a rather warm climate. Certainly warmer than the northeastern continent of Odiosera, what with the desert that made up a large part of the continent. However, there were still plenty of signs of green in the Orobian desert. It was thanks to the work of the five tribes of genies--humanoid spirits that called Orobia and its sister continent Escen their home: the masters of the skies known as the djinn, the rulers of the waters the marid, the sturdy and strong earth-molders called the dao, the masters of flame called the ifrit, and the natural hearted walkers of nature called the nasna. Awdue Beastille, a young, mid-back length, light green-haired genie of about 201 years old (with the appearance of a very tall woman in her 20s with ruby eyes), was one such nasna. She smiled as she strolled through her family's lands. The young woman's family may be minor nobles of the nasna
A Little Genie's First Flower by BladeSquall, literature
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A Little Genie's First Flower
Way back before I first gained the title "Harvest Genie"--something I'm very proud of--I had to start somewhere. Get inspired by something to figure out the answer to a question every genie asks themselves at some point: "What kind of genie do I want to be?" Well, my inspiration came from one of my first times walking in Cubes with my family, during the Full Cachou Moon. I wasn't very old... about 2 or 3, barely old enough to have a few memories. Yes, I'm over 300 years old, sweetie. You have my genie genes, you'll live a long life, too! That's not even talking about your daddy, who will definitely be over a millennium before his number's up! Anyway, I was walking with Mommy and Daddy with Ishtar by their side. As we did, the humanoids of Cubes greeted us, as well as gushed over me and my big sister. I think they said something about us being "adorable little ladies"? I don't fully remember, it was almost 300 years ago. As we walked, we had approached a local flower shop. While
Night of Dragons and Genies: Chapter 1 by BladeSquall, literature
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Night of Dragons and Genies: Chapter 1
Chapter 1: "Work of the Smith Dragon" The town of Witherbrand was quite a close-knit community. Despite the numerous species that lived there--from the versatile humans to the aged and experienced elves, to the calm and passive halflings and the boisterous orcs, even the sharp gnomes and the ever-curious goblins, Witherbrand was a very blended town. It wasn't really famous for a lot, but it had representatives of almost every race on the continent of Odiosera. The fires of the smithy burned bright, as the metal inside of the heat glowed brightly in the dark of the shop. Weapons, armor, tools, horseshoes, and all sorts of objects made from metals decorated the shop. A giant war hammer with a dragon-shaped hammerhead hung from the wall with a sign that said, “Do Not Touch”. The hill dwarf smith, wearing a black mask over his face, a brown apron over his red shirt, and brown pants with black thick boots, grabbed the piece of metal with a black glove-clad right hand and held it
"You know, we should have seen this coming," the blue-haired elf commented, looking at the pair of silver-haired elves and red-haired dwarf that she was tied to. "Shu, shut up," the older silver-haired one requested. She looked at the group of pirates celebrating around them, and the female orc on the plank above the open water. She had her hands firmly tied behind her, her mouth gagged, and a sword to her back. "Pirates were always possible on the open waters, but between mainland Orobia and Giuss?" "I'm more concerned by the fact that if we don't hurry up and get out of these bonds," the dwarf said, "the sharks in these waters will be feasting on orc. Also, did these guys HAVE to blow up my ship?" "Gargec!" the younger silver-haired elf chastised. "It was a damn good ship, built it myself!" the dwarf complained. "You helped!" "You shouldn't have left when you did, Dura," the pirate captain, a human with platinum blonde hair, teal eyes, a scar across his nose, and wearing a brown
A pair of young women sat blindfolded at a table. "So... what are we doing?" the older of the two asked, fighting the urge to lift the blindfold. It was at this point, a third woman, who was somewhat older, came into the room pushing a cart that had several covered trays on it. "Well, as you girls know," the woman began, "with the upcoming ball this weekend, we must be prepared for our guests at our event." "Hence why I've picked out the decor," the younger of the girls said. "But Mother, why ae we wearing blindfolds?" "Simple," the mother answered. "The dinner is going to be quite lovely, but we must be certain that our dessert closes the evening well. One wrong choice can sully the entire meal, and can quite possibly effect our house's standing. Hence why you two are being my testers for cake!" "...Wait, you're ACTUALLY making the real cake yourself?" the older sister asked. "That's quite the endeavor." "Exactly," the mother replied. "With some help, enough cake for a mansion
RD Oneshot: Eeevee-Sitting by BladeSquall, literature
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RD Oneshot: Eeevee-Sitting
Canelli-Hawthorn Ranch--Morning "(Yes, bro,)" Scratch the Patchirisu said, a slightly annoyed look on his face as he looked at Ross the Raichu and Saria the Leafeon, "(I've got this.)" "(Are you sure, Scratch?)" Saria asked, looking at her slightly confused, recently hatched Eevee, Benjamin, who was tilting his head. "(Benny's just a few days old. And, well... I'm worried.)" Scratch sighed. "(Saria, I told you when Ross made me the godfather of your kids on the official 'lifelong mate' papers Master had you sign, I'd be a darn good godfather.)" "(He did say that,)" Ross replied. "(But Scratch, saying and doing are two different things. Do you think you can walk the talk?)" "(I've already memorized all of the emergency numbers,)" Scratch said, pulling out a cell phone from his tail. "(But I'm pretty confident should something have happened, I can get him to Sandgem Town's Pokemon Center faster than an ambulance, since Alfonso owes me a favor.)" "(I'm not even going to ask what