The Magic Within us

The Magic Within us

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing1h 20m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, May 21, 2022
With exceedingly bad luck, Orion Menken and Daniel Higgins make their way through a tough life side by side. After running away from their abusive 'household' they're forced to face the harsh craziness of the world. They fight for their lives against things ranging from cannibals to Nobel men. Despite thinking all they have is each other, every step they take they're getting closer to becoming some of the most famous warriors in the Kingdom of Theoness.
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When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

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