Novel-Negotiation

The thrum of buzzing wings fills the air as a needle-like beak makes its way for the welcoming cup of a little red flower. The hummingbird is a piece of jewelry come to life; its body glittering emerald, its throat a vibrant ruby, its wings a silvery blur. Lobott Notmorgan watches intently as the hummingbird approaches the lone blossom on his arm. The slightest twitch could startle the little bird away, and indeed a being of flesh and blood would have found it impossible to stay so very still. Lobott, however, is a golem, hewn from clay and given life with an earth-spark drawn from the Chaos Sea. Living plants cover his head and torso and s

She's a nasty one, a real bitch. That hag that governs life. Don't play dumb, you know which. In her wake, it's all but strife. Fickle, yes, that's what she is. Deceivingly soft one day, a storm next. Kind of reminds me of my Liz. It's like matrimony, with all vexed. How many years has she made our lives taxing? It can make one irate, no sense whatsoever. And to see how the years have been waxing... Time and time again, with every endeavor. It it wasn't for her, we would still be together. When I look at my daughters, I see the worry in their eyes. But no, for that day had to have bad weather... They don't need to tell me; I know they thin

White. All the world is swirling white The icy wind whips flurries of snow back and forth, up and around, endless and indifferent. It whirls beneath a half-lit sky of steel-grey clouds. It howls over the snow-cloaked crests and ridges of the land, sucking spirals of fresh-fallen powder in its wake. It chills all it touches, and here upon the Aerghan wastes, it touches everything. Soft as it is, the powdery, snow hardly even whispers when cloven hooves plough through it. The minotaurs, in turn, are barely slowed by the drifts around their legs as they march steadily onward, as enduring as the land itself. Nostha walks in front. Scars large

    The tournament is approaching.    Avyn is a Sylph from the Errante Vento tribe, who abandoned their village Alberi Ventosi four-hundred years ago. Their desertion had been just as sudden and odd as their initial construction of it, and with their exodus came also the disgrace of Avyn’s once noble family.    Sixteen years ago, Avyn’s parents set out from the tribe in search of the village. Since the tribal elders forbade any speak of Alberi Ventosi, they hoped they could learn the reason for the family’s disgrace in the village itself. They set out on a fall morning, leaving a four-year-old Avyn behind, and were never

Birth of a ToonWritten By Salim Al-Mumin I, Protagonist        Deep, deep, deep in the vast depths of a surreal abstract realm filled with dark indigo clouds, floating platforms, and a golden shimmering road a strange and unseen voice calls out, "The time has come! Let the adventure begin!" The shimmering golden road leads to a glistening golden temple, and at the top of that temple sits an ornate jeweled altar. The altar itself is triangular in shape with floating metallic orbs levitating over the edge of each corner. In the middle of this arcane altar is a shaft of purple light, and all around the altar forming a circle are giant quartz