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Im really torn between the fact that my favorite set of all time Will be seeing the light of the day again ( lorwyn) and my gut feelings of how It Will be fucked up by the new superbland mediocre art style and the real world politic agenda ( not so) subtly pushed in late sets, in a CARD GAME. We want to see stories of faeries, kithkins, elves, goblins, Giants,merfolk and cinders in their beautiful fantasy setting, no trans they/them faeries that think they're kithkins

Two points:

1) When returning to a world, we’re very cognizant of the aesthetic of the world. We understand returning to Lorwyn requires embracing what made people love it the first time around. Obviously, there will be updates, as the game has evolved much since our first visit, but we’re very aware of the need to recapture the plane’s essence.

2) For far too long, fantasy, as a genre, was used as a way to reflect the worldview of those in power. It leaned into stereotype and reflected how the privileged wished the world was. Modern fantasy is more reflective of the actual world, which includes the wide variety of life experiences that exists.

Trans people, people of color, and women playing a larger role, are all part of modern fantasy because they’re all part of the actual world, and it’s important that our stories and world building be reflective of that.

“I want to return to a time where we could ignore the existence of certain elements because I was happy living in that ignorance” is not an excuse to deny real people and their real life experiences.

Entertainment is at its best when it lifts everyone up and isn’t used as yet another means to ignore certain people’s reality.

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A Huntress Of The Night In Cold Embrace, Chapter 1 Release!

Read "To Hunt A Predator" now for free!

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A Huntress Of The Night In Cold Embrace is going to be released soon! Find all the information that you need here on my Patreon!

In the middle of a Monster-infested Wasteland, on top of a hollowed-out mountain, sits Herzkirch. The Reinblut Kirche, a religious institution, holds it firmly, rallying the people against Blendlings, the half-blood offspring of Monsters, called Biests, and Humans.

Freyja Blissheart is such a Blendling. Luckily, she can manage quite well to stealth between humans.

So well that the Reinblut Kirche hires her to slay a Biest that has nestled itself into the lower regions of the city. Not only that, this Biest has dared to take a Nun of the church hostage! That is at least what Freyja is told. But not all is what it seems; maybe her target is less of a threat and a companion to be enjoyed. Maybe both?

And why is the wording for the rescue of the Nun Emilia so suspect?

Freyja will have to uncover many secrets and some bodies while she is at it.

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My friend is back with her writing project, now properly set up with patreon and ko-fi, offering free to read, sensible, queersensitive NSFW stories with actual plot, bonus stuff for her patrons, and commissions on fiverr. If that sounds like your jam: linktr.ee/NSFWs_Tales

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[Pure Soul]

Who are you, pure soul, for you do not dread the undying flame, the eternal threat to all that is living, to your soul and mine, that consumes all light,but itself does not shine?

How can you touch it without remorse, how do you resist such destructive force. What is the secret to your courage and grace, where do you find beauty in that vicious embrace?

Who are you, pure soul, for you do not fear to turn into ashes and then disappear into the void of eternities past, all due to the flames that burn through so fast.

Oh tell us, pure soul, please let us know what fascinates you about this shadowy glow.

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[ Ära der Bäume ]

Der Baum wurzelt in altem Leid,

verblichener Erinnerung.

Das Holz von Erde ist befreit,

macht sich zur Wanderschaft bereit,

das Herz voller Verbitterung.

Der Baum wurzelt im toten Leib

aus dem er Lebensstärke trinkt.

Ganz gleich ob Mann, ob Kind, ob Weib,

es ist der dunkle Saft, der bleibt,

wenn man im Leichenberg versinkt.

Am schwarzen Meer rastet der Baum,

am Ozean aus Blut und Staub.

Doch vorstellen kann man sich kaum

den Anblick, wie ein böser Traum

der einem alle Hoffnung raubt.

Der Mensch hat sich nicht überlebt

und auch die tausend Sonnen nicht,

welche die Welt in gleißend Licht

geflutet, dass die Erde bebt

und sich aus ihren Angeln hebt.

Der Baum wuchs in der neuen Zeit

zu menschengleicher Kreation,

welche in voller Einigkeit

und ihrem Herzen war bereit

zu leben als der Erde Sohn. 

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[ Pale Moon Light ]

Stranded in the wilderness between two towns,

the unfortunate victim of circumstances, the unpredictable,

you wander through the fainting twilight of the dusk.

Glimpses of light and shimmer, eyes that lurk in the underwood,

they will not approach you, nor will they let you out of sight.

A poorly paved path in the dark, it promised to lead you home,

yet you find yourself on the edge of a glade,

surrounded by the unreal sounds of the night,

encircled by the fading light of fireflies.

"Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

You do not startle, for the voice is deep, yet soft.

You wonder though where it radiates from, as there's

nothing but shadows, nothing but shades,

nothing but strange etherial shapes.

"Take my hand and dance with me,

just for a short eternity.

A piece of yourself, that's the toll,

just one shard of your shining soul.

For that i promise you the night,

her grace, her secrets and her might."

Enticing words from the darkness whisper,

an offer that you can't decline.

Too alluring is its sound, far too tempting its proposal.

Free from fear you reach into the void,

and the void reaches for your hand.

"The moon is my patron, my master and slave,

i follow her guidance, the path that she paves,

for my obedience i'm granted command

over the night sky above this land."

As the darkness before you thickens and manifests into a shape

reminiscent of humans, yet inhuman it seems,

the night sky cracks open, the clouds split apart

and the full moon presents itself in all its glory.

Before a background of blackness and stars

the moonlight shines bright and reveals

trees and grass, birds and bats, the wolves and the rabbits,

and all the chimeras of fairytales long forgotten.

You try and take a look at the voice, at their amorphuous body,

not woman, not man, not spirit, not beast, a creature unrecognizable,

except for their eyes that gloom in the dark.

"Come here, my child, and dance with me."

One gravitational pull and you lie in their arms,

hand in hand, cold and warm, a moment that lasts forever until it ends.

And you dance.

Step after step,

the arms widely spread,

you rotate, you fall,

you give it your all.

The night flows through you,

its secreats revealed,

an alien sensation,

an unreal feel.

The music stops, you're out of breath, you huff and you puff while your body shakes.

You look up and stare at the dark emissary of the moon and you wonder.

"I've never seen eyes like yours", you say, and the shadow replies: "That's because i've not yet shown them to anyone."

The eternal night retreats for the arrival of the next morning. You're not in the woods, you're already at home. The sunlight reveals that you are alone, the songs of the birds are nothing like the music of the night. Where have i been, you ask yourself. Has this been a dream?

Have i danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?

How could i ever forget such a beautiful sight.

- End -

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[ Red Maiden ]

Fair Maiden ye, hearken these words.

Bethink thyself of them in dire straits.

Call me the larcener who longs for thy heed,

for a slice of thy heart with passion and greed.

Thy fiery mane glowing as cinder,

And ivory skin alike eternal winter.

It's peccant and foolish, yet do I wonder

Why yearning for thee tares me asunder.

A marvel like thee can't elsewhere be found,

no maiden alike, as fierce, strong and proud.

Oh grant me a moment just to be nigh

Thy beauty and presence that can't be denied.

Just one loving touch from the heavens above.

Thereunto shall i confess thee my love.

- End -

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[ A Million Things ]

The noises drowning every thought,

the melodies of favorite songs,

the voices in my head I fought:

A million things are going on.

From tales that hide eternal meaning

to passions I must keep at bay,

to throwing light on how I'm feeling:

A million things I need to say.

Between the stars the void controls.

Between our dreams the waters flow.

Between the weaving of our souls:

A million things I want to show.

Just lean on me through low and high.

Just let my hand run through your hair.

Just weave and laugh and sob and cry.

A million moments that we share.

A million things are going on.

A million troubles plague my soul.

A million times it felt so wrong.

A million ways you make me whole.

A million days I'll have to wait.

I'm patient, so that's what I'll do.

The million things that stuff my head

Are million thoughts I spend on you.

- End -

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[ Lilium & Iblis ]

A long time ago, in a country that is no more, there were two rivers called Lilium and Iblis.

The river of Lilium stretched far and wide from the remote countries of the east to the center of the continent. In its depth, different creatures were thriving, beautiful fish and amphibians, fragile plants, exotic insects and various birds. Its calm waters invited travel by boat and provided the people with all they needed for agriculture and trade. Lilium supported all kinds of life and was therefore cherished as a caring mother of all the beings that inhabited the lands.

The river of Iblis originated from the highest mountains of the north and made its way southway through the lands with unimaginable force. Its mighty waters crushed boulders and carried their remains, eroding them into beautiful stones that could be picked up at the shores. Only the most robust fish could fight against the stream, and only the biggest and toughest creatures of the forests dared to step into it. Its wild waters were able to power the mills the humans built alongside the river and provided them with the means to manufacture all kinds of goods. Iblis was strong and dangerous and was therefore cherished as a strict father that would help you build your house, but could just as easily tare it down in one swift flood.

As they flowed across the continent, at one point Lilium and Iblis met and poured into one another, carving their way through the lands towards the ocean in the south as one mighty river that remained nameless. In the stories and myths of the humans, the rivers were married to each other, and therefore those mingled waters were both Lilium and Iblis in Union, until several miles down to the south, they split in two again, their divorce creating two small rivers that went on for miles and miles until they eventually ended in the great sea.

The waters of Iblis still contained the waters of Lilium, and with it some of the beautiful fish and fragile plants, as well as feathers of the birds carried through the lands.

The waters of Lilium still contained the waters of Iblis, and with it some of the beautiful rocks and fierceful fish, as well as the scent of the big creatures that once bathed in its harsh coldness.

As both rivers flowed towards their own destiny into the vast ocean, each carried their own name again, recognized by the people as their own selves. But for as long as they flowed, Lilium forever remained a part of Iblis, and Iblis forever remained a part of Lilium.