Sìomha sprinted through the woods for days. She clutched little Gnaomi to her chest as she neared the outskirts of the kingdom.
"Soon Gnaomi, we will no longer be without a home."
She ran to the gates of the castle miles away from her home. Shi scaled the gates towering above the city, using her Rook Nymph and Dragon roots to her advantage. She clutched the dragon to herself. Inside the castle gates, Shi followed the path to the courtyard. . . -Mortimave was much differnt than Plucca. She met King Ulmer- right where he said he'd be. She looked up to him and he threw her a sack of Tickers.
"Master, they're in the the Pluccian Mountains, like you did said." Shi whispered.
"Wonderful. They won't be there for long. You will be avenged, Síomha."
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Stilskin, Stilskin
FantasyOlathe Orlebar grows up poor outside the kingdom of Mortimave. When her sickly mother dies, her drunken father drunkly spouts off that Olathe can spin hay into gold at a pub. He is overheard by a Messenger of King Ulmer Mortimer and the messenger ta...
