Gallade's Story Archive

              I thought it was paradise. I really did. When I first wandered towards the strange scene, it looked to me to be lush with fruits, trees, and homes I could stay in. And to the credit of the place, that visage never broke, not even once I saw what was underneath.             I had come to stay there because of a handful of creatures which had chosen to become my friends. A peculiar grasshopper that was as tall as I was. A dryad with pink-and-white patterns all down their body, like a cherry blossom tree. Even the forest itself was run by a timid and affectionate, if a bit invasive, spirit of a troll that endeavored to behave like a human child.             But the real caretaker, and also the source of my trouble, was the old man who had dug himself out a residence in these hundred-acre woods. He welcomed me, as the others did, ...

                 The click of the key in the shop’s door was as soothing as ever, and in that moment, Merrien felt the day finally cast its weight upon him. His broad shoulders and upright posture slumped into a willed wish for rest, his face tired from hours of smiling and pitching his various potions. But this is fine, as this would be the start of his favorite part of each day. Travelling upstairs, the boards creaking beneath his feet, each step gaining strength as he felt himself shifting moods, shifting his purpose for the night. Though he had the house to himself, it still felt like he could bother someone if he wasn’t careful. Reaching his loft, he pulled from the shelf a concoction most precious: A glimmering jar, sparkling with light. Within, little strips of paper floating, each eminating a separate color that glints majestically outward in the dim lantern-light. He began his ritual. First, he placed the jar on the si...

              “They’re totally real!” The Mothman insisted.             “Oh please,” Werewolf declared, sitting across the table, “That’s hardly the scientific approach to these things. I t’s just a terrible story. It’s like mythologizing a car without gas. Yes, it runs, but what’s the point? It’s not interesting, just a lump of metal.”             “And that’s why it’s all the more real,” he hissed, “The world isn’t always spectacular. I’m sure you’ve seen animals who’s entire purpose is wasted on them. Hell, you know there was a species of deer that went extinct because their antlers grew too big with each generation? Or that Koala’s are basically addicted to poison, and spend all of their energy eating digesting such leaves?”             “That doesn’t prove ...

  (Made with the guide of  Light Years In An Instant , by Beth And Angel Make Games. Do check it out on itch.io, found by the link! ) (Cards pulled were, in the order written in parenthesis.) Through the Event Horizon, we fell, Our crew spun between mortified and wonderful, As the stars streaked past our hell, We entered a new sector, “That planet’s habitable!”   ( 8 Of Spades ) Our engineer reported so clear, “Our thrusters survived, we’re good to land!” It’d take an hour, but we fear, That if dangerous, we will be caught unplanned.   ( 6 Of Hearts ) Do we stay aboard our ship? Longing for shelter, our crew felt divide. For some of us, we’d leave: A trip! But some of the crew saw that as suicide.   ( 7 Of Diamonds ) A crew of few, wanting teams, Upon a landing, the planet we scout. Is everything what it seems? There’s seems to be life and flora about!   ( 7 Of Hearts ) Wishing for food, a positive flavor, A...

                  It has always been forbidden in circles of Wizards and Sorcerers to tell another person the date of their death.           It is discouraged, but not forbidden, to seek the answer yourself, by calling a meeting with the being substantial.           Death rose from the pile of crumpled bones that had been assembled, standing quite tall over the Wizard, having to bow his head to not knock against the low ceiling, keeping his scythe by his side.           Raising one boney hand, Death pointed to the young robed spellcaster and spoke in a voice that tore between starlight and muted the crackles of flames.           “Teregrin Oakshire, for WHAT reason have you summoned me here?”     ...