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MembutoOmelli [2020-04-26 17:44:41 +0000 UTC]

fantastic work

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FallenAngelGM [2020-04-26 17:36:50 +0000 UTC]

Astonishing!

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DarrinBowers [2020-04-26 16:39:07 +0000 UTC]

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goosetooth [2020-04-26 16:19:38 +0000 UTC]

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StoriaGold [2020-04-26 15:07:33 +0000 UTC]

lovely-!

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Shazly250 [2020-04-26 14:37:38 +0000 UTC]

great

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Lostinthedreams [2020-04-26 14:25:29 +0000 UTC]

That's really amazing. I tried using other programs but... I'm just not good at them, and you offered the perfect challenge in a time I was looking for exactly what you were offering ^_^
Hope my story telling is good enough. It's been a while.

Emirthal (Emery) Lodnthalite

Born the first child of two elven parents in the large city of Dath’done, Emery was going to be the new hope of the city as her mother, the current leader, had been when they had freed themselves from the grasp of the neighboring kingdom – who were famous for their love of war and brutality that the mainly elf population of the city found distasteful. Her mother, sickening with age and a strange illness that left her weak and shaky, had always had issues baring a child. When she was born that hope changed to suspicion and hate by her father and the others around her. Unlike most elves, her skin was not perfect and her hair was a strange color – as if she was fathered by someone other than the woman’s husband.

She grew up scorned in secret, thought it became hard not to notice this as she aged – well learned and proper as any other elf, but with a strange wonder about her that had her going out, seeing things, learning about creatures and monsters, that was never part of her teaching.

Fire had always caught her interests. She could just stare at it, dancing around for hours, her hair lightly blowing in the heat of it as if she were flying with the embers as her wings.

Then one day she was kidnapped off the streets, tied and bound by men she had never seen before who dragged her away from her home and her family. Set up around a campfire that night as they kept her close and were speaking, no hostage could miss the fact that they were there to kidnap young children, to serve as warriors or slaves to the highest buyer. Struggling, Emery could not free herself. She was stuck watching as they stuffed their faces and fed their horses that they had kept hidden among the trees, caring for everything in their possession but her as they pulled food from a covered wagon.

She grew mad with rage as they spoke of their stories, sometimes to her, and what would be in store for her once they returned to the ‘normal lands,’ as if her home were something strange and to be detested. The anger burned its way deep inside her as she now started to feel why her city was the way it was – to protect itself from people like this. That morning, as they went to untie her and her hands were free for the briefest of moments, she pushed against the man to flee. It wasn’t the push that allowed her to escape. Flame burst from her hands in a wave, as if it were trying to eat at the man in front of her. He screamed and she wasted no time to figure things out. Here and there as she ran she started touching the trees, igniting the bark and catching them on fire where no living tree should burn so well. Before she knew it she was choking on smoke as the fire surrounded her and she passed out.

When she woke she could feel the marks on her arms from the ropes that had been around them, but they weren’t there. Standing, slowly, and looking around the charred forest, she returned to the campsite, stunned at what she had done and curious as to what had become of the men.

There was a burned body on the ground, near where she had been tied, but the others of the group seem to have gone. Sighing with relief, she went and freed the few horses that seemed to have panicked from where they had been tied. She went to the wagon last, which was badly burnt and missing a wheel on one side so it tipped lazily against a tree.

Instead of finding any surviving supplies, Emery froze, looking at the floor of the wagon. There were bodies there, three of them. The clothes and skin may have been badly burnt but the iron chains holding them to one another had obvious form under the cinders. The one end of the chain seemed to have been bolted to the back side of the wagon, though it now laid idly on remains of a the seat.

Shaking and frozen there at the site for a good few minutes, Emery ran. She ran back home, away from the darkness of the forest, away from the burning smell of flesh, and away from what she had done. Clenching her hands and fighting back tears, she had only one question racing through her mind. ‘What am I?’
It took hours before she saw the buildings of the city, the sound of it’s bustling people, and the sad realization that she wasn’t who she thought she was – and they were right. She was a monster.
Her family welcomed her back, even as she felt they didn’t really care for her presence. Her mother did and soft, protective arms were wrapped around her. The scent of the camp still would not leave her nose.
She left the next day, explaining nothing to her family and taking only her few possession with her – one of which was a stuffed mountain cat she had has since she was an infant. Her mother had never explained a thing to her about her own birth, she saw no reason she’d get the answers now – so she’d go looking for them, looking for them and the people and figure out what was wrong with this world and maybe be the change that everyone had thought she would be since the day she came into the light.
Maybe be the reason it would all burn to the ground.

(highly based it off of that fact she'd be half fire genasi... was hoping that was okay since it seemed it might be dnd inspired. If not it could be taken any number of other ways)  

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Moscharese [2020-04-26 06:17:19 +0000 UTC]

Beau-ti-ful   

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