Fuck that shit! I am becoming a writer! From now on i will be fantadomat the magnifico the master of the divinum opus!
As long as you space out those commas, you will probably do a much better job
And someone plz stop Collin.
And because you asked nicely i decided to use spaces.
The swamp of Myritha, the swamp of eternal darkness, the devour of souls, the binger of life or simply ”that shithole” called by the locals. It is a swamp covering the vast expands of land in the southern foothold of Mount Sartstra, the great divider of the Travire Empirium. On its other side the swamp is surrounded by the vast planes of Theme Vicelare, filled with staggering amount of small villages, wine lord’s villas and fields of grain and grapevines. In the distance it could be seen mithril domes of the capital city of Theme Vicelare, Tharesia. The swamp itself is a huge pond filed with discussing dredge that once was called water, from it the towering monolithic trees are stretching up in the sky, while their veins are pulsing with mana and the life force once owned by adventure seekers. In its endless shadows there are countless creatures mutated by its mana heavy waters, searching, hunting always prowling the darkens ready do devour each others or a misguided adventurer. Among its dark waters the reason for adventures hides, the odd buildings of forgotten civilization, steep entrances and holes that lead to hidden rooms and galleries of once magnificent city filled with magic and riches, magnificent statues of long forgotten heroes or gods, crystals filled with knowledge some times useful and some time a recipes for disgusting cuisines.
At the north-eastern edge of the Myritha is the town of the name Barsie known for its hospitality and trading cunning. A small yet bustling with life town, sitting near the Arion’s pass and thus being on eastern trade route, all this making it a great place for preparing expeditions in to the swamp. Surrounded by a sturdy wall and a the tent camp of all the misfortune to not find place to stay or are simply too cheap spend money for a sleeping spot. The camp as is the city filled with large amount of merchants, mercenaries, adventures and all kind of rift-raft, searching for a way to strike big.
At the center of the town sits the biggest inn simply named “The red inn”, a tree story building made from massive red wood and stone blocks. Its name cut in a big red wood block above the double winged door. A place where a adventurers go to find work, booze or a company for the night. Under one of the mana lamps surrounding the front a group of such adventurers is cursing something fairly passionate.
A man covered in black trying to warm his hands by rubbing them against one another begins speaking.
-Where is the little wench, i am freezing here? Should have been here by now!
-Relax friend, she will be here soon.- A large bald man covered in a heavy armour responds.
-I bet she is in some whore house surrounded by slave boys.-continues the man in black-Remind me why are we not waiting for her in the tavern,Asries?
A fit elfen woman in light mithril armour sharpening her longsword rises her head, looks at the man and responds with a soft voice:
-It is her contact after all. Also the two of you with Tragring love to start fights once you have a drink or two.-changing her look at a redbearded dwarf cutting his nails with its battle axe.
-What?-response the dwarf- Those piss heads, goat-fuckers were searching for a trouble!
-One of them even spilled beer in my wine! Should have transformed him in to a charcoal, not in to a goat.-Chimes in the man in black.
-I can’t fathom why waste time in such pointless fights. There is no glory in fighting bunch of shit shovelers.- says the heavily armoured man.
-Not every battle could be the Ashen Crimson, Zauros. Also it is a noble’s responsibility to teach the plebs some manners. – responds the man in black while touching his shot sword.-Still it is damn good fun, it is nice to get the hearth pumping once in a while.
-You are the strangest wizard i have seen, most of your colleagues prefer to read some dusty tome than have their hands dirtied with mundane things. –Tragring responds.
-Reading dusty tomes is all fine, but it is far too limited for someone that searches perfection.-Says the man in black while pointing toward the stars in melodramatic jest.-Also there are not many gorgeous beauties as Asries in the halls of wisdom.
-You and your strange.... tastes.-She responds while taking a backstep in to the darkness.
As the man in black begins to talk a sweat voice interrupts him.
-Sorry for the delay guys, you won’t believe what happened on the way here.-A young girl dressed all in black light armour gives an apologetic smile.
-Yeah,yeah i get it Sasia lets go discus it inside before my balls freeze. I have a duty toward my house after all.-Says the mage with relief in his voice.-Hope they have nice wine in this dump.
With those words the man begins walking fast toward the front door, passing by a bunch of drunken merchants.
It took me two or maybe tree hours to write it. Gods it has been some time since i wrote,maybe there is 15 years.