File#1 - "Uncertain"
His species was known as argussian, and they had been refugees from the delta quadrant, who were fleeing the destruction of the their homeworld by the fen domar.
Heaven's Tower
"I don't know about this." "Oh, don't be such a baby! It'll be fun! Besides, what would you be doing here otherwise unless you really wanted to? And what would you be doing if you _weren't_ here?" He grumbled some, but smiled and shook his head, mane...
Clopper Lake
It was very clear then, but must seem silly now; our home was the fen - our youth ask not how. it is these dark places, where our hands reach for stars; we put them on our faces, in defiance of mars.
Eucharist
Taking frames by faded pen, named for care, in ken of distant fen, deemed too rare. light has taken up flame, guided by glass, to settle on papered blame, shadows forced past.
Character Descriptions and Personalities
** **shilar** - eastlander male of the modern woodland people village of sasnorah, adventurer, musician, foster brother of both jex and fen.
Hunter, Hunter
Forest, mountain, desert, fen? distant lands your boots have tread deepest black and barren red. titan, titan, what you heard? from the bulwark, what's the word? keep us safe behind the wall save us from our final fall.
Haunted Ballade
The fallow fields go down to furze and fen. the cracked foundation stones none can espy. so tell me, ghosts, who is the victor then? the wealth of nations founders in the sea for bankers fly in horror of the land.
He who passed the Proving grounds
"fen," vix groaned hoisting herself to her feet to join her most loathed trainer.
Slave of Alduin Prologue
"i will rule again, after i killed you,zu'u fen mu'ul einzuk, mindin zu'u krii hi" after that sentence he chuckled with his deep voice. and as expected, the dragonborn rushed forward, shouting fus ro dah.
Curse on a Deserving Land
He's thinking on vengeance and his mind's going dark over field, over fen, over national park. there's fires'll be burning, and no way to fight. you sold the fire department yesterday night.
Liesa of Dusk
One day, this area of haunted hills and oily fens would become westvale, and even then, thousands of years before ormendahl's time, demonic orgies polluted the land with black miasma and fiery sulphur.
A Song Sung Twice
Under rock, through the fen, over stream will i search to find where my dove does now perch. if the sky be your home, then will i fly with the wings hope grants me to soar through the sky. until vows we proclaim to all in the church.