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MoonlighterGriseus, city of steam, of progress and of industry. A city where it is promised that any man who works hard can achieve riches; a city of deception and masks. It is a city where the nobles live in opulence, excess and decadence and the commons live day to day, barely eking out a living.However the nobles have cause to fear for their wealth, their belongings are not safe, their jewels and trinkets are suspect.  Amid the towers of industry and steam pipes a shadow has come creeping into the homes of the rich unwary, taking their prized valuables and leaving convincing forgeries behind. No lock has stopped them, no watchman has sp...

PrologueWelcome to the world of Utopia; a world with short-lived humans, strong dwarves, wise elves, enterprising halflings, birdlike avians, curious fairies, warmongering orcs and festering undead. This story started as a role-play between multiple people in a forum on an online game called 'Utopia', but the story itself is quite original. Because of certain circumstances the story may end up being discontinued. Because I have not received their consent I am not posting the e-mails of the people who wrote their particular parts, but each part is signed with the name the player uses. Hope I'm not being too confusing (. I'll now introduce t...

Lost Star (script) By Philip BourqueFirst Page: Looking at Earth from space.Narrator (Nick Wolf): Earth, once the home world for nearly seven billion humans.  History doesn’t say what happened; one day, humanity was enjoying its little slice of the universe, plodding along as best it could and then, suddenly, we found ourselves scattered across the universe and no way to find our way back to Earth.Page 2: We see a large alien, maybe a bit like Jabba the Hut from Star Wars, overseeing a crowd of humans in chains with collars around their necks.Narrator (Nick Wolf): Many humans were taken as slaves by other races.  Being lost and afraid they...

Earth BladeBlade Trilogy Book 1By Philip Bourque, aka Artificer UrzaThis story is fictitious in nature, thus any events in this story resembling real-life events are merely used for plot setup. Any characters resembling real people either living or dead is purely coincidental. If at anytime this story gives offence to anyone I apologize for such was not my intent.PrologueThe year is 2132 and things have changed. In the early twenty-first century, in what was once the province of Quebec of the country of Canada, there was a great political upheaval. The political party in power, called the Party Quebecquois, those who desired for Quebec to ...

Important Races:Humans: Humans are now a race without a planet; they’re scattered across the universe without some way to find their way back to Earth.  Some humans have become slaves to other races; some have even become pets.  Others have carved out their little corner of the universe and try their best to co-exist with other races.  The rest form an organization called the Terran Alliance; a group that is attempting to find the way back to Earth.  Approximately 2 billion of the 10 billion humans scattered across the universe belong to the Terran Alliance.Angels: No one has actually seen what an Angel looks like.  Their ships are well kn...

Trigon towered over Raven in all of his unholy might. His white hair, red skin and four red eyes, the mere mention of his name inspired terror in those who had only heard of him. Raven fell back a step and she heard the infant in the crib behind her squeal in terror."YOU CANNOT KEEP ME FROM THAT WHICH IS MINE. I WILL HAVE THE CHILD, HE BELONGS TO ME." Trigon said, taking a step forward.Raven was beginning to panic; she wasn't strong enough to fight her father and she was alone, she would never be able to take him down. She wanted to run, to vanish, to hide, to... ...Drown in darkness. Raven turned her head; that had been no thought of hers...

Year 621 AD, Guardia Forest (Home) A young man stood over the body of a roly rider he had just defeated. At a distance he appeared to be a traveling mercenary; he had blonde hair, a bronze armored vest, a green cape, gloves, gray trousers and boots and he wore a two-edged long sword. A closer look revealed him to be no more than a teenager of about fifteen years. His face, though grim, had a regal appearance to it. His name was Cyrus, second born to the Guardian monarchs. After the mystic war, things had settled down, the heir to the throne had been born shortly afterward; they had named her Marle, after a dear friend. A mere fifteen years...