Auteur/autrice : Cyril Pasteau
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The Ruin of Fomoria 4
– Enough is enough. I have made my mind. I will take… a decision! The Council fell silent. All stared at the bold lord who had committed to action. – Fomorians, at least nominally, rule Fomoria. They should know what’s going on! They should take measures! Organize meetings about the Fir Bolg situation! – Wasn’t…
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The Ruin of Fomoria 3
It had been one tense Council session. The assembly had been copiously Itoldyouso-ed by the Chief Treasurer. The Fir Bolg rabble had been allowed too much leeway. Prior to that, an envoy from the King of Nardago had been pleading for our armies to stop their ongoing invasion. His long-winded speech about the long-standing tradition…
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The Ruin of Fomoria 2
Angus is standing in front of me, sweating in spite of the cold. Worst spring in history. The scout has deemed the news important enough to rush through the unending staircase of Rath Chimbalth. The man takes a peek at the black treetops on the horizon. I follow his gaze. – So that’s where the…
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The Ruin of Fomoria 1
The tale of a game of Dominions 4: Thrones of Ascension Emerald eyes. Alabaster skin and long hair the hue of ripe barley. Fay looks for sure but a sex life as barren as a drown coven of Ermorian nuns. Being a foreboding and defeated people does that to you. That and being rich. Fir…
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One man’s dream
One man’s dream can hold dominion over the entire world for one who dedicates his life to the forging of a single sword. While many can pursue their dreams in solitude, other dreams are like great storms blowing hundreds, even thousands, of dreams apart in their wake. Dreams breathe life into men and can cage…