20th Year of the 10th Age, Early Spring
City of Yulashara, Floating Island of Fynelion, Southwestern Llelenora, the Continent of Allara
“Ahhhh. It’s good to be back.”
The Elf Eater couldn’t help but crack a smile as the wereosprey known as Tialha landed at the top of the eyrie tower. Of course, she wasn’t in her true slime demon form. One didn’t become one of the most powerful non Ars Goetia demons by being careless. The form that she was currently wearing bel

“Finally.” A young slime girl stood in front of a 5 story office building. Her skin was a slightly tan olive, her hair a curly dark black that barely comes down to her shoulders. She was wearing a black dress shirt and grey skirt complying with the dress code. Which also meant she had to wear dress shoes, something she wasn’t really that comfortable with. Luckily she was able to find ones with a low enough heel since she wasn’t used to wearing high heels. Not like she could sprain

20th Year of the 10th Age, Early Spring
In the Skies near the Floating Island of Okka, Southwestern Llelenora, the Continent of Allara
The high elf Ruhiel Sellara recalled the day she had been chosen as the Welkin Maiden. The clouds had looked like they wanted to dump enough rain to flood the world, yet not a single drop fell. Instead the wind had blown and guided the clerics of Aurasu to her. The clerics had taken her from her humble home on her humble farming island with the blessings of her p

Welded SoulsRhea paced back and forth across the living room in her quarters, sorely tempted to tear her hair out. There were just so many incidents happening, one after another. Her sisters were openly getting into destructive, public fights with each other… well, realistically, it was more Phoebe picking fights with everyone. Still, the point was, all of them were being frustrating in one way or another. Just to compound things even further, ever since that portal opened up to Allara on

20th Year of the 10th Age, Early Spring
An Unknown Floating Island, Southwestern Llelenora, the Continent of Allara
Akino Sora looked over his reflection in the crystal clear water of the artificial spring. Dark blue hair that seemed to perpetually cover one eye no matter how he styled it, a set of black rimmed, square glasses, that same light skin tone and those same slate grey eyes. Even his Hiro Academy uniform was still intact. That is to say, he looked completely the same as the reflection