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Itty bitty tiny man Itty-bitty tiny manItty bitty tiny man by ~feadraug
Once a month according to the old man's calendar -, Grigor, innkeeper of 'Murmur', is off to Safe Harbor. The reason? He was off to buy more supplies for this peculiar inn and tavern at the north-east part of the Forest of Whispers. In the past, this meant 'Murmur' would be closed for an entire week or even longer once again, in Grigor's calendar, which didn't change despite what some natives told him. Nowadays, however, this means that Grigor's neko waitress and second-in-command, Melanie Woodrow, is in charge for that week, until the old man is back.
In the beginning, these were the worst seven som


Seelvee's unusual visitor Seelvee's unusual visitorSeelvee's unusual visitor by ~feadraug
The Forest of Whispers was vibrating with the usual giggles and murmurs of fairies. It was relaxing and coupled with the soft rays of sun coming through the canopy, it made Seelvee the dryad feel even better. And for her, it was nice to see some sunlight after these days of nonstop raining.
She looked downwards, right at her roots. It happened again: when it had been raining for several days, the most depressed part of the ground she was standing got flooded. This turned out to be an interesting sight: a little lake that remained calmly at Seelvee's feet or better said, roots for days, or even weeks,


Day of Ruina Day of RuinaDay of Ruina by ~feadraug
WARNING: The following story contains some fetish topics that... oh well, you already know this is a Felaryan story, just enjoy it! =P
Hell. Many cultures have portrayed Hell as a realm inhabited by hideous and evil creatures, a place of eternal punishment for the souls of the damned. Fire and brimstone welcome the sinners, imps and demons prepare their torture tools, and the doomed souls are nothing but mere toys in their hands. And their pain and suffering feed the infernal inhabitants of this world after life. For all eternity.
Actually, such cultures make a little mistake: no soul can last an eternity of punishment. Sooner
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A few facts about me: I'm game desingner, very freindly and from a quadrant of space know as Betelgeuse.
Hoyshaaa!: My little phrase for being excited or over joyed. Not sure where it cam from.
Glad you liked it and thanks for the comment and the fav.
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~Chuck Draug
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A few facts about me: I'm game desingner, very freindly and from a quadrant of space know as Betelgeuse.
Hoyshaaa!: My little phrase for being excited or over joyed. Not sure where it cam from.
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~Chuck Draug
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That was an excellent work. I give it a 9.7/10
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I question my sanity and I have acid filling, but I don't bite. Just don't try to bite me or there's a good chance of you getting dissolved.
Thank you very much for both the comment and the fav.
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~Chuck Draug
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I question my sanity and I have acid filling, but I don't bite. Just don't try to bite me or there's a good chance of you getting dissolved.
Kyria's breakfast
A visit for lunch
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~Chuck Draug
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But at least it would work as a good horror story, because it was nicely written and the monster actually won.
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Still here. Still kicking.