Fantasy Grounds Forge Novels & Stories

Flowing the land and filling to the streams of the connecting river. Death! Bodies are piled high like the mountain. Scattered the once happy lands. Screams! They are louder every passing time. Piercing into everyone's ears from afar. Even the strongest of foes must quiver at the sound. Ash! It’s falling from the sky and onto the ground, scorching the land. Gone are the trees and fields. The once earthy and breezy place has decayed. Darkness! The sun has not risen since the war started. All lands have been cursed. One can not tell whether it's night or day unless you tap into the source of the cause. The energy of the dark witch Ophelia and this was only the beginning.

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

“More importantly, how the hell do we prepare for something we know no information about?” Troy’s mind goes into its own limbo as more voices begin to emerge. Questions and comments from his group foil around him but within the confines of his temple, it all becomes faint, white noise. After a few moments of letting that pressured sound submerging through his subconscious he manages to speak but just before he darts his look at Forevine. “Forevine, what do you want to do after you graduate?” The question not only shocks the others but also Lutas who leers his gaze at the fire prince. The dwarf thinks for a moment and the rushes his answer from the depths of his throat. “There is a recon squa

’ I think "I, Geminie Starlite, declare these lands as the Alpha of Silver Crystal Crescent Pack. Those who oppose me are my enemies and those who seek a family shall become mine." I state, power radiating from my voice and body as the light of the moon illuminates the land that will be mine. The sketch book on the ground glows brightly, the earth moving causing me to keep backing away as walls begin to grow from the ground in various places, the earth turning to stone as pathways and driveways are created. I soon find myself beside the groups once more as we all stare in awe at the display of magic. Houses are formed within minutes, the training facility erected and ready to be used right a

He searched the farthest depths his vision could take him, and then, pile upon pile, he saw… "Headstones? You brought me to a graveyard? At night? To focus?" He said, sounding cranky and frustrated. "You forget that I have access to every nook and cranny of your brain. And even though it wasn't that hard to look for stuff, considering it's empty up there, this was the only peaceful place you had free and up for grabs. And that's why we're here." "Yeah but my dead girlfriend is buried here too. And so is my mom. Foster Mom. This is literally the worst–"

Above us, constellations pulsed with energy, and the Spiral mark on my hand flared with an answering light. Rafael’s grip on his sword tightened. “This… isn’t just magic. It’s something else.” “It’s a forge,” I said. “A place of transformation.” He glanced sideways at me. “For you?” “For all of us.” From the center of the platform, a shape began to form a pillar of molten glass rising from the floor, twisting into a smooth surface that shimmered like liquid silver. And then, it reflected me. But not the me I knew.

Lucian: The woods bent around me as I moved. Trees leaned like witnesses. The wind sharpened its breath. Even the shadows seemed to part as I stalked through them, the dagger still warm in my grip. Arielle's blade. Arielle's bond. And my oath. I didn't care if the path to her was carved through hell. I would carve back. The portal forge was hidden in the spine of the mountain. Old. Half-buried. Left to rot after the Rift Wars. I'd passed it as a child once, my father calling it cursed. A place only fools and traitors dared to use.

He opened his mouth to snap back, his jaw tight, but I gently leaned back against him, signaling that I had this. Talay stopped a few feet from me, his smile widening. "You're wasting your talent with these... amateurs, Pakin. The Track Dragons are a nice little club, but T-Zone? We're an empire. We play to win, and we don't play by the rules that hold you back. Why stay in a cage when you could be a king on the track?" He paused, his voice becoming a low, seductive invitation. "Join us. I can promise you a level of excitement and power that your royal handlers could never provide. It would be much more fun over here, wouldn't it?"

I gave her chances a solid zero out of ten. “Spire?” “Yes,” I said, “tall things that stick out of the ground. They have them in Fengarad. Use them to blow up mountains.” “No, no, they cannot be activated.” He sounded upset. “They can and they have,” I informed him. “No, no, no...” The breeze picked up. The bones lying below us rattled and began to move, coming together. Something was being built.

Unfortunately. “The Forge.” Ekreth said. Several dragons exchanged uneasy glances. Moera noticed that. “So somebody tell me why everyone suddenly looks uncomfortable. What is wrong with it?” Ekreth sighed. Because apparently no one else intended to explain. He had to. “The Forge isn’t a place.” Every eye turned toward him. “It’s an event.” Maeraxa nodded once. “Continue.” Typical. Let your brother explain the dangerous part. Some things truly never changed. Ekreth folded his arms.