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 | Artefact Hunters: DraikfangThey weren’t quite the only ones out this late, which at least meant there wasn’t any sort of curfew to land them in trouble. But it did increase the...Thumbnail by twillieblossom
by sporty2443 |  | Defenders & Artefacts: Broken RulesAzul was still kneeling on the floor when his wristband flashed with a blue notification. His eyes were puffy from sobbing quietly. The Cirrus and the Baby Vandagyre were trying...
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by kadface |  | Dungeons and DimwitsThe chamber was grand. Grander than any the party had ever seen. It was far more vast and far more polished than even the likes of Queen Fyora and King Altador could ask...
by kayixu |  | The Magical TriumvirateA ripple travelled through the lair, it was soft at first, like the breath of an ancient spell being disturbed. The chamber was lit by flickering green flames, as the air stirred with power each of the candles danced.
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Headlines "The Lost Notebook" by dark_julian3788 March 12, Year 3 We are still at sea. No land in sight yet, but strangely, there are birds flying above us in circles, almost as if watching. We've lost the last three baskets of food because of the huge waves crashing over the deck. Things are getting critical. The crew is growing weak and anxious. March 13, Year 3 Now we see not only birds, but also branches and leaves floating beside us in the water. Strange thing is, there is still no land anywhere. This makes no sense. Where are these things coming from? March 14, Year 3 The wind has started to blow very strong, howling like voices in the night. It feels like some kind of magic is stirring in the air. The crew is hungry and afraid. Some of them have started whispering to each other when they think I cannot hear. I don’t think I can calm them down for much longer. March 15, Year 3 Land is in sight at last. I hope it’s an island with people living there, or at least some shelter. The crew is feeling more hopeful now. Their faces look brighter. March 16, Year 3 We arrived at the island. There is something strange here. The air smells sweet, almost...
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