Fantasy Grounds Forge Novels & Stories

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The fortress is no longer a fortress—it’s a *nexus*. The oak’s roots have grown beyond the crystalline forest, threading through the fabric of reality itself. The flowers bloom in every color imaginable, their petals shimmering with fragments of timelines both lived and unlived. The Forgotten who remain have become something else entirely—guardians, gardeners, or perhaps prisoners. Their mutations have stabilized, but their eyes hold a distant, almost reverent glow. They call the oak **the Worldheart** now, and they speak of it in whispers, as if afraid it might hear.

"Nothing really is unless it's a true story. So, I drift toward the complete opposite. I know fantasy isn't supposed to be realistic, so it's tolerable." ​"I didn't grasp a single word of that, so I'm just going to nod, smile, and act as if I do," I reply, proceeding to do exactly that. ​This makes Lucian laugh, his eyes locking onto mine with a smile I desperately want to keep there. ​"I like the new worlds they create. There's no room for judgment because everything is fabricated," he says in a valiant second effort to explain. "This one is really good so far."

It looked like giants had been at play, it was just simply hard to define the damage seen in any other manner of context. The place, town, city whatever you wanted to call it was completely broke up. There were armored vehicles of a sort that I had never seen with their gun turrets completely twisted off and hurled into the sides of buildings. Planes of alien looking design lay tossed about like broken up Lego blocks and any number of other riffraff of items that could only be described as futuristic were strewn across the ground or sticking out of buildings. The ship made way for an open docking spot along the wharf. It had been a while since the carnage that could be viewed everywhere had

The sigils on the ground glowed, their jagged lines mirroring the ones in the sky, and the air hummed with power, thick with the scent of molten metal and ash. My spark surged, flames licking at my palms, and I stumbled, Nylo’s nudge grounding me. The forge was calling, bending every flame in the valley toward it, torches, campfires, even the sparks at my fingertips, all twisting unnaturally, drawn to the ritual circle at its heart.

++++++ The five children looked to walk away from their palace, known as the Monster Slayer Guild headquarters, in the early morning when the ceiling of Fort Forsaken's artificial sky appeared to be a bright blue with white clouds. This morning's activity on the fortress's first floor, known as the Dirt Floor, had indicated crowds. Nearly all people who lived on the Ground Floor and were monster hunters and warriors flocked to the Forsaken Fortress Association to ask for admission to the Dungeon. Of course, you can do this by paying a set number of hell stones. There is no such thing as a free lunch, is there?' Nawa stated as they waited in the courtyard of the Association's Ground Floor rep

He asked, “Noir, since you arrived earlier, do you know where we can find a place to forge weapons in the Sky Fortress?” “Well...” Noir was stunned. He had been anxiously waiting for Andrius and did not pay attention to that. “I know, Mr. Moonshade.” Quincey said, “There’s a special area in the Sky Fortress for forging weapons. There are also shops that specialize in renting out forges.” That sounded good. Andrius said decisively, “Let’s go there now.” “Okay.” A while later, under Quincey’s guidance, Andrius found a shop.

CHAPTER 5 ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍Important things. ‍‍Regal walked into Fang Fantasy, one of the most popular and elite clubhouse in fang city, The whole place was dimly lighted, with rotating lights, and the whole house was blaring with loud music and dancing vampires. He scanned the room and as expected his friends were nowhere to be found, they definitely were in the elite room and that was usually upstairs, he walked forward flipping his Toyota tortoise car keys, his father had given him the car that year for his sixteenth birthday.

Kirou smiled while looking at his personal monstrosity while his pets and clones just looked at him as if he was a madman. "This shall be my forge from this day onwards." Following those words, Kirou placed the finishing touches on his forge, putting a flame source into the heart of the entire construct. The moment Kirou dropped the flame source within the forge, the entire construct lit up and Kirou was given a system prompt. [System Message: You have completed the construction of your forge.] [You have received 25000 exp] [System Message: You have created a forge that deviates from the original blueprint] [You have received 18000 exp]

“Why there?” ​“Because the Forge was built beneath it,” Silas said, his gaze returning to the floor. “The First Weavers knew that no one would look for the heart of the world in a pile of its own trash. It’s the ultimate camouflage. But be warned, Winnie. The Forge is not a place of light. It is a place of heat and pressure. It is where the first lies were told.”

“Umm. No, he is from the Hidden pack. The first time I saw him, I rivalled his looks with that of gods and guess who won?” “Your man, of course,” she said, and both of us broke into laughter. “These grounds… are they?” “Those are training grounds. There are four training grounds as well. Students use training ground 1 or TG1. TG2 and TG3 are for army training and TG4 is especially for magic training and battles, which is quite common here,” she said. “Students?” I titled my head, confused, and the baby phoenix who had regained enough strength after sleeping all the way in my palms copied my gestures. The cutest thing ever.