Fantasy Grounds Forge Novels & Stories

Tami has ruined the whole prospect of him for me. “I don’t know…” I flick back a page. Crotchet? I’ve always wanted to try. It looks like she’s made a blanket. “I need a bit more notice for these things, I’d have to borrow Damon’s car and he might need it tonight.” There’s a website to buy all the gear for it, though it’s covered in nail polish. I’m certain I’ve used this as a mat to paint my toenails on once upon a time. “Codswallop.” He’s shouted it. Suddenly, I’m pulling the phone away. “Just ask him to borrow it, won’t you?” Surely they sell the bare necessities at any old store.

he said "stay away from Lucy, this is between the both of us" I said "okay fine but I want you to introduce me to her" he said "why should I", I asked " don't play that game with me unless you want me to blow your cover" he said " okay fine is that all you want?", I asked "as her father", he replied " what the hell!!!", I cursed " are you crazy" I asked "that girl is almost sixteen" I said

Fiona, or what remained of her, was in the living room, arranged around a giant pile of earth that had broken through the flagstone floor. Jim was overwhelmed by what he saw. This was so much worse than what had been done to Sloman and Cundle, there just weren’t words to describe it. Jim stood for a moment with his mouth hanging open, his jaw moving up and down as though trying to form words, or simply find a sound to describe how he was feeling. The ground beneath him swayed. The walls seemed to rush at him then recede just as rapidly. He wondered if the strange creatures in the ground were doing this, but then his legs went from under him and he fell to his knees.

Alec places makers on the map where my horde and the Horde of Fates is located. "Our horde can assist by giving you extra warriors but our magic is not meant for combat so it will not be of much help during battle. The magic we possess is best suited for prophecies and making minor predictions. So to go up against a horde like Betsalel we will need to forge strong magical weapons," Alec speaks in a dooming voice. "Findin raw materials that can be infused with magic will be hard. Do you perhaps have a plan to attain such materials," Flavius asks.

Making it as if entire worlds never existed at all. I nodded grimly, already adorned in the battleplate that had been forged specifically for this moment armor of crimson-veined silver created by dragon-smiths in the heart of stellar forges, blessed by witch-covens from seventeen realms, and laced with threads of fate by the High Fae who could weave possibility itself into tangible form. The metal hummed with protective enchantments and gleamed with inner light that pushed back against the growing darkness. The child within me stirred restlessly, responding to the tremors of cosmic war that rippled through dimensions like earthquake aftershocks. Already, though unborn, he knew what was comin

"Listen, lightbulb, we don't want to weaponize it. We want to make sure the universe doesn't turn into a giant ice cube. Just hand over the keys." "Keys are a mortal concept," the Architect replied dismissively. "The Forge operates on a standard older than your Genesis Coin. It does not accept capital. It does not accept debt. It requires an equity swap. To ignite the Forge, you must feed it the very essence of your conceptual soul. You must surrender your memories, your attachments, your identity, to become the neutral gear of creation."

Chapter 1: The Binding Contract The towering spires of Emberforge Citadel pierced the stormy sky like obsidian blades as Elyndor Starveil stepped through the massive enchanted gates, his travel cloak heavy with rain and his heart pounding with a potent mix of defiance, ambition, and nervous anticipation. At twenty-four, the young mage had earned his place as one of the most promising apprentices in the realm through sheer talent and relentless determination. Yet being personally assigned to Lord Sylas Emberforge, the most feared and respected sorcerer lord in the kingdom felt less like an honor and more like stepping willingly into a dragon’s lair. The air inside the citadel hummed with raw,

I hadn't even gotten to call them Dad and Mom yet. I did see my foster parents again, however, when I was sixteen and I was tasked with killing my first targets. They were my first.

He selected a forge, and the interface appeared immediately. Advanced Forge — 3 Hours Access Cost: 50 Silver Bonus: +10% Success Rate Riley paused at the cost. Fifty silver, gone before a single attempt. No materials used, no output gained—just the price of entry. “…right.” For a moment, he considered stepping back, dropping to a lower tier, saving the coin and accepting the reduced success rate. It would be safer. But it would also be slower, and slower meant less control. He exhaled once and confirmed the purchase.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”