"Falling Rain" by mutedsanity Kass made tick-marks in various places as the blade traced a path along the map of Meridell that only he seemed able to discern. A perfect birds-eye view, as he could see for himself now if he were to lean out his window. Which was not an action worth recommending. Floating high above it all, each modest dwelling and green patchwork of field looked as though he could crush them all under his thumb like insects. Precisely his intent. Where Darigan had lost, Kass would not. Could not. He was strong...
Background Voices of Neopia: Lord Darigan Here's the thing about citadels: nobody goes to citadels. Ever. They're cold, damp, lack any sort of beachfront property, and almost always seem to be inhabited by deposed despots walking around in their bathrobes.
A Faerie Festival Day Lunch In tribute to the Faerie Festival, I've put together some of my favourite Faerieland recipes to make one amazing Faerie luncheon!
The Fallen: Betrayed - Part Three Alston rolled his eyes. "It's mine now. Get used to it. Besides, I highly doubt my people would prefer a... beast as their king rather than me."