Just as any living being, dungeons can grow in both age and experience. Adventurers love to enter dungeons to plunder them for their wealth of riches and treasures. Entire cities have been built around the older dungeons of the world, in order to use them as sources of economic prosperity. Su...
2022-04-28 09:40:55 +0000 UTC View PostHineni is outside on his usual midday stroll.
It has become a usual part of his routine these days to just sort of wander out of the house without ever really saying anything, only to come back after about an hour or so. He spends all day there, being trapped inside and he thinks...
2022-04-27 14:22:42 +0000 UTC View PostWhich ability do you think Isaiah should take for level two? =)
As is the nature of dungeons, they amass great amounts of resources and magical energies over time. These, of course, attract the interested eyes of people, looking to earn a living. But it’s not just people who are interested in dungeons. Wild monsters can also be drawn to the magical forc...
2022-04-26 15:07:47 +0000 UTC View Post— From the hearts of the largest cities, to the deepest, most obscure corners of the world, dungeons exist.
Dungeons are important points in the world where the magical energies of leylines come together, mixing in with the landscape of the point of conversion. These magical ...
2022-04-25 18:50:45 +0000 UTC View PostA long time has passed since then.
Hineni stands down by the river, staring into its reflective surface. A rock skips along the water, drowning halfway across.
The waters gently trickle on downward, glistening in the daylight of a beautiful day. Spring is here on...
2022-04-25 14:40:06 +0000 UTC View Post[I died and was reborn as an angelic monstrosity; now I’m building a holy dungeon that is tall enough to reach the gods, so that I can argue with them about it! But the humans think that I am trying to destroy the world.]
[Dungeon-Core][litRPG] - All other tags...
2022-04-24 17:51:41 +0000 UTC View PostHineni snaps his fingers.
- Nothing happens.
The man, not really noticing how loud his bedroom has suddenly become, how bright it has become, how he is now standing up, despite the fact that he was laying down only a moment ago, snaps his fingers again.
The wind blows all around us, my stalk gently bends beneath the pressure of its presence. My petals wave, dancing in the gale, as if they were the long strands of Burch’s curly hair.
My roots hold firm in the soil of the beautiful meadow, by the orchard and they drink deeply of...
2022-04-23 08:15:23 +0000 UTC View Post
Here's a super cute and totally not traumatized Burch for you, friends! *-*
Drawn by GreenNGreen#8633
2022-04-23 06:01:26 +0000 UTC View PostIt is cold.
It is as cold as it was in the desert at night.
- Perhaps it is even colder than that?
Hmm.
Burch shivers as we walk, the light of the midday sun doing little to warm us, despite us being closer to it than ever before...
2022-04-22 08:53:34 +0000 UTC View PostIt’s a far more intricate process than what he’s used to doing.
Usually, hammering away and smashing things into place is more of Hineni’s typical style of crafting. But the process for these specific items is far more artistic.
The man sits on the floor, h...
2022-04-21 18:35:28 +0000 UTC View Post-Quality -
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<... 2022-04-21 15:02:04 +0000 UTC View PostBurch struggles to walk, rising up along the mountain path.
It is a path not carved by toiling hands or by digging claws, but rather by the shearing of the wind over a span of generations.
Having walked for the full day since we were on the shore and now for the ...
2022-04-21 11:46:48 +0000 UTC View PostHello, I goofed. Today's Weaponsmith and Sunflower chapters will be delayed until tomorrow. Apologies!
I'll post an extra chapter tomorrow to make it up to you. Promise =)
*Moooo~* says the cow.
It lazily munches on the grass.
We had walked upon the shore for a time.
The shore itself never seemed to end. It just went on forever.
The same could be said of the water, which was always at our ...
2022-04-19 19:00:12 +0000 UTC View PostHineni wobbles the new ladder, shaking it with his hands.
It stands firm.
Rain pours outside of the house, coming down noisily in a torrential, out of season downpour.
Inside of the forge however, it is warm. The walls are thick and well insulate...
2022-04-18 18:38:10 +0000 UTC View PostBurch and I sit in the boat.
The swamp chorus, consisting of singing frogs and buzzing dragonflies, is accompanied by the splashing that my friend makes as she paddles.
I like dragonflies.
They eat little gnats and such things, which would otherw...
2022-04-18 18:09:25 +0000 UTC View PostThe true beauty of this world is often found in its transitionality.
A thing becomes another thing.
This new thing becomes yet another new thing.
A day turns into a night. This then turns into a new day.
- Enough of these turn in...
2022-04-17 12:41:11 +0000 UTC View Post“Excuse me, sir! No fire allowed inside of the premises,” says Kleidet, talking to a man who sits at one of the booths. He seems to be some kind of shaman or a druid or something of that nature and holds his hands above a bowl on the table. A stick of incense burns within it, a vapor of smoke...
2022-04-16 19:12:56 +0000 UTC View PostA great nothing surrounds us on all sides.
Fine, smooth sand blows past our faces, carried by the hot winds of the desert.
My friend walks as best as she can, her face obscured by loose fabric.
At first, I did not understand her reasoning for cov...
2022-04-16 14:46:44 +0000 UTC View PostSOUL: 18/23
(Burch) has healed herself for {9} HP
Burch winces, the glow of her magic, painted by the light of the moon, leaving her hands and enveloping her bloodied feet.
Since the day with the very big fish, we have walked for many, many, more days.
And then we walked for many days yet more.
Today, we walk no longer.
- An oddity.
We sit in silence, nested on a corner, up on a high hill, up on som...
2022-04-14 18:03:14 +0000 UTC View PostHineni looks over to Obscura, who is sitting at an empty booth and fiddling around with some stuff, hissing and clicking excitedly with her mouth, as she works, hunched over the table.
Feeling him watching from the front-counter, she turns her head to look at him for a moment, be...
2022-04-13 18:06:20 +0000 UTC View PostFire is a most curious thing.
Burch sits in the darkness, her face engulfed by the haunting glow of the dancing flame.
A week has passed, since the hatching of the spider babies, who I have left to fend for themselves on meadows and plains now far gone.
The spider has eight eyes.
- Something skitters and Burch turns to look at the strange creature, at the spider that follows us.
Burch has two eyes.
The spider is, by all accounts, a perfectly normal spider.
It isn’t very large,...
2022-04-12 16:00:44 +0000 UTC View PostHello, it's late, but I wanted to get you guys a new WS chapter today. Gonna be padding the story more now.
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Fire crackles noisily in the furnace, casting long, mischievously dancing shadows around t...
2022-04-11 19:08:01 +0000 UTC View Post‘Glass’.
I find glass to be a most interesting thing.
I do not quite understand what it is.
It is hard like the face of a smooth rock.
Yet it is cold and transparent, like the depths of the great-water.
- Ver...
2022-04-11 17:16:23 +0000 UTC View PostI am not my past.
The actions of days now gone are inconsequential to the actions, which I might take in the future.
The sunflower who I have been, does not need to define the sunflower who I will be.
- Most poetic.
This rule is ...
2022-04-10 18:00:50 +0000 UTC View Post
Here's some concept art of auntie Sockel for you, dear readers =)
done by @KiakisArt
2022-04-09 18:57:35 +0000 UTC View Post