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The icy winds from the grey northern seas came on silent wings through the streets of Torala. The windows got an cold touch and after a short breathtaking changed the former golden light out of the towns windows to a milky white light. Winter captured the country within one moment. While the towns inhabitants set theirselves a step nearer to the firelights, a lonesome man walked through the park and stopped near a statue. He looked at the white shape, saw the name at the base of the statue, said „hello Lillithe“ to the cold white stone, gave her a shy kiss at her stone lips and sat do
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The Huanaca ConspiracyThe Huanaca ConspiracyThe Huanaca Conspiracy
„A magic bookstore!“ Lillithe called. They were on their way through the narrow streets of the small border-town at the river Rog. So Lillithe and Giselher went into the magic bookstore. While Lillithe looked interested at all the dusty foliants and scriptroles, Giselher sat down in a corner and closed his tired eyes. „Why don’t take a look at the maps here?“ asked Lillithe. „You will find better the way home with a good map.“ „All the maps of this world“, said Giselher, „are here in my head.“ And he tipped with the finger to his
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The Last Stand Of The JaguarThe great „plain of flowers“ lied early in the morning in the shadows of the black mountains, surrounded by mountains from west, south and east. To the north was only the sea giving a false protection, until the day one year ago the armies of Erainn and Albyon landed at the coast of flowers with theirs superior strength.The Last Stand Of The Jaguar
They destroyed the jaguars fleet with the left hand, and with the right hand they made a bloody cut through the plain of flowers. Since this days the cities and castles in the southern highlands were besieged. There was no help from the 3 continents for the jaguars realm, that’s why the whole
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I rest my wings made to soar, but can I fly anymore?
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...and don't forget the beer.
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This here is something like Middle Earth, but without Middle-Earth and without Tolkien. Hahahaha!
Hey, your fight reminds me to the Neverending Story from Michael Ende, once I had the luck to met him. I hope you will win against the darkness, too!
My kitty, you see?
This ain't gonna pass through safely. For them, I mean.
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hope all is well
just got the message that you moved (old news) but new to me
cheers buddy
Marie Marie
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