Thanks! Somehow a complement from you seems much more valuable than a complement from a teacher.
Duelyst Lore Contest Sept-Oct 2018!
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Desolator
The Consummation of Desolator
Once upon a time, Kaleos was feeling hungry. When he opened his Frigidaire, he saw that the only piece of food left in his house was a Desolator. He cringed at the idea of eating it, but he knew he had no choice. He would starve if he didn’t feast soon. He picked up the Desolator and stuffed it down his throat. He choked, gagged, and almost spat it out multiple times. After a long struggle with his esophagus, he finally managed to eat it. He felt fine for a few seconds afterward. Suddenly, his stomach began to rumble. Bile rose in his throat. His face turned red, and a blast of vomit came through his mouth, like the stream of a fire hose. He doubled over, coughing, once the ordeal was through, and vowed never again to eat a Desolator. It was disgustingly overpowered 
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Author's Notes
I wrote this story in the style of old fables and fairy tales (especially Aesop’s Fables), hence the lack of descriptors and complex literary devices.
It was meant to be a story that teaches valuable lessons to children (or, in this case, new Duelyst players). The moral of this story was: “Never kill Desolator if you can help it; it will just bring you trouble.”
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Munch
The Garden
An alternate history of the Abyssian.
“If you wish to eat, you must first tend the garden.” The ancient crone stood squarely in Cass’s path, blocking the mouth of the cave.
“I’m not hungry, and I don’t wanna tend a dumb garden!” Cass wailed. “I want to go inside and play with Wraithlings, like Lilithe does!”
“Child, this is an important part of your teachings,” the old priestess replied sagely. “If you are to become a true Abyssian, you must learn to care for our land.”
“No!” Cass wrinkled up her face to appear more menacing. “Let me past or you’ll suffer!” (She had heard the famed duelist Maehv Skinsolder shout this to a minion who had provoked her once, and afterwards Cass said it whenever she got the chance.)
“You don’t know the meaning of suffering, child,” the crone answered, a sinister edge in her voice. “But I can teach you that, too.” She reached out to grab Cass’s ear, but the little girl was too quick. She dashed past the old woman and into the cave. Down the winding staircases of black stone she ran, until the echoes of the priestess’s threats faded to nothing behind her.
An short time later, as Cass was practicing summoning Wraithlings in her chambers (she could not yet do it without the aid of a spell scroll), the heavy ebony door flew open with a crash. Cass jumped back and watched in terror as a huge purple demon stepped into the room. Red spikes protruded from its limbs, great crimson horns sprouted from its head, and it had an extremely long whip-like tail — a tail that lashed out and wrapped around the girl’s throat before she had time to shout for help.
“Come, little one,” the demon purred, its voice oddly soft and soothing for a being of its stature.
But the trip outside was neither soft nor soothing. The demon climbed upwards, dragging Cass by the neck over countless obsidian steps and giving her a merciless beating. And when she managed to squeak, “Let me go or you’ll suffer,” the demon only chuckled amiably. It deposited Cass in the Great Gardens of Shar. All around them, purple weeds and brambles covered the ground and thorny vines crept up trellises made of bone.
“Do you like my gardens?” the demon asked, unravelling its tail from around Cass’s throat.
“No,” Cass responded, eying the demon warily. She ached all over, and was only able to stand up with great difficulty.
“You will soon. Follow me.” The demon led Cass deep into the purple jungle, until they came upon a man lying face-down in the foliage. He was moaning, and blood leaked from a wound in his leg. When he saw the demon, his eyes widened in fear.
“P-please,” he croaked, “Help me…”
“You heard him, Cassyva,” the demon said silkily, “Help him, and tend your garden. Become a true Abyssian.” It handed Cass a sickle.
At that moment, Cass realized her place in the world. She struck down at the dying man’s face with all her weight behind the sickle, giving him an abyssal scar. He screeched in pain, and Cass felt a sense of elation that she had never known before. She slashed again, and again, and again, watching the lifeblood drain from the screaming man and into the dark soil of the gardens. Then she stared in wonder as the purple creep spread underneath him, little spikes growing out of the ground where there had been only dirt before.
“Good, little one. You have tended your garden. And now you can reap the fruit of your labor.”
Cass bent down and gorged herself, tearing flesh from the bone and lapping up the sweet blood that was everywhere. All her cuts and bruises no longer ached. When she was done, she gave the demon a red grin.
“I love gardening.”
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I pick Grimes.
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Did you? Your story is 700+ words. 
It is a great story, though.
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Please utilize the feedback thread for any discussion.
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Of course. Your teacher is but a teacher. I am the leader of soviet gulag.
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25 days left until the deadline is closed. Make sure your entries are in and follow the guidelines to recieve credit!
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…only 25! Gosh…I better get on it, then.
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Recaptcha your attention
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Will partake, and new waifu artwork soon.
Dragon hybrid :3
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With a little less than 3 weeks to go and new waifu artwork on the way, what lies in store for the Lore Contest no one knows!
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Washed up narrative with a chance to promote my work?! Poggers! 
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Edited my story in
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Nice, an origin story. To be honest I thought the Magmar would graze on Primal Flourish like cows.
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Happy 1st of the month everybody!
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1 week 'till the submission deadline folks! Make sure to get whatever submissions/submission edits in before then!
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Happy cake day.
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Uh, do Vetruvians eat? CAN they eat?
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Actually yes. Dig into their section of the game lore and you’ll have that under their machine-like body is actually live people perhaps a bit too much into grafting, to the point of defining all the cybernetic of Mythron we see in every general and many cards.
The only exception to that is Sajj as she is 100% sandshield.
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