The First Snow Flakes
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by B.
She was sitting by the window
Watching out Newton’s effect
On the small flecks
Of ice
Falling in the near shadow
The First Snow Flakes
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by B.
She was sitting by the window
Watching out Newton’s effect
On the small flecks
Of ice
Falling in the near shadow
Mjolnir’s Pass
by Garry Vakarian
After five hours of a long walk in the tundra, Sasha arrived at the feet of Mjolnir’s pass. So far, the trip was uneventful and only a pair of mudcrabs had crossed her path, quickly dispatched by her trusty bow. Forged by the hand of master Hafingaar with a piece orcwood she found during the exploration of an old druidic tomb, her bow was her only companion in this desolated place. The greenish glow from the orcwood reminded her of the time she spent with Torvald at Orisinium, the Orc’s outpost for Frostguard. Continue reading
Texte original par Ninefifteen
Ils étaient perdus chacun dans leurs immensités respectives, lui dans l’infini tourbillon des vents, elle au sein des plus vastes nuées. Et un jour, lui le souffle d’air rencontra un nuage. Et au milieu de toutes ses consœurs, c’est cette petite goutte d’eau qu’il choisit. Continue reading
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