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In the creation of his universe, the Daemon Fyndraxis kind of blew it, and the results left a bit to be desired. Having burnt his memory in the process, he longs for escape to a different realm. When he finds himself in what he is pretty sure is the real world, he discovers that he is, inexplicably, a sword. Swords, renowned for their lack of legs, come with a unique suite of logistical issues. Marooned in a forest, our hero must use wit, inexplicable ancient knowledge, and dumb luck to bring peace to a world torn asunder by a pervasive technological threat.
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The Daemon Fyndraxis was slumming it. He was traveling incognito, and searching for a particular artifact that would improve his quality of…
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Fyndraxis alighted on a crenelated balcony he used for his winged comings and goings in a rather foul mood. He had been a bit sloppy in Gren…
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There was an insistent knocking at the gate of the keep. This happened from time to time and Fyndraxis was familiar with how this operation…
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Cullen was generally dissatisfied with his lot in life. From a very young age he had known deep down in his heart of hearts that he was dest…
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Before Fyndraxis had created his keep, he had gone about a bit of a spiritual experiment. He had been fed up with his life being dominated b…
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Cullen’s truffle hunt wasn’t turning out the way he had planned. He was too dim to realize this, but most of the things in his life tended t…
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From her vantage at the north end of the valley, Bird could get a pretty good idea of what was going on. While she couldn’t see the village,…
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From an orienteering standpoint, being underground and being in a forest are similar beasts. When underground, the simple fact that you have…
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The assumptive house of cards that Fyndraxis was building was reaching some rather lofty heights, so he deemed it wise to retreat once again…
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From his little clearing, Fyndraxis could see a modest amount of sky. As the planet rotated, his point of view changed, as if he were a pass…