Category: Parrvolis
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Marcel Cheveron’s Guide to Parrvolis – Page 1
Long have I wanted to create an art/RPG book that explores the world in which I write. I’ve written about this desire a couple of times in the past on this blog but never had the means to do so in a timely manner. A sourcebook with all the details of the world; maps, locations,…
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Wicked Games
As of today, I am a published author. Of Orc Smut. After years of wistful dreaming, overthinking, doubt and suppression. I did it. This year, I bit the bullet, I ate that frog and all other manners of buzz phrases. I wrote a story. I finished a story. I had faith in my story enough…
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[Orcs of Valkurk] Busts
Its been a hot minute since I did any drawing. And, after a bit of a disaster of a day in terms of things just not really working out how I imagined, I needed to vent.So I drew the Orcs of Valkurk. All of them. In one day. Because sometimes you’ve just got to remind…
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[Parrvolis] Dream Catcher – Everard
The relief on his weary expression was palpable. Never before in his long years had the Templar felt so relieved to cast his eyes on the hard wooden door of his chambers. The long years of service to The Light had earned Everard the reward of his own room to rest in and right now…
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[Parrvolis] Love – Demios
Love. He’d never been in it. Never wanted to suffer it. It clouded perspective and made a nuisance of itself. He’d not climbed to the heralded leader of the Soundless Sea’s inner sanctum by falling in love. And yet, when he watched Nyathena and her submissive, he couldn’t help but feel an angry stab of…
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[Parrvolis] Eye Contact – Feracil
“You were too late,” came the symbiotic voice, echoing inside his mind; unheard by any else. “Really, I hadn’t noticed.” The Werewolf Hunter, Feracil, stated as he picked his way carefully through the dense, forest clearing. He’d been tasked with hunting a particularly vicious pack of wolves. The sort that wasn’t afraid to prey on…
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[Parrvolis] Dancing – Thrazo & Elijah
Rain hammered down from the heavens. Unbeknown to those gathered within the warm, welcoming tavern. The wet weather had townsfolk and visitors alike huddled together, enjoying the roaring hearth and frothy mugs of ale. Infamous Witch Hunter, Elijah Lynton pushed the door open and took the hat from his head and shook the raindrops from…
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[Parrvolis] Wind – Abraxas
Council meetings were usually as dull as tarnished cutlery. This particular meeting was an entire draw full of dreary. The High Bailiff of Serpentis was droning on about the decline in dedications of the flesh and trying to press upon the necromantic order the importance of an alliance between the two differing orders. Even though…
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[Parrvolis] The Vessel – Captain Farreyl
She’d been a good ship. A swift skimmer that’d served him well over the years. And, as he stood on Westpools docks, Captain Farreyl gave the old Fearless Destiny one last salute. Dipping the edge of his broad, feathered hat towards her. “She’s done us proud, lads.” The plucky Captain said as he turned back…