Infamous Goose

2.23 Welcome to the Cosmic Planes

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Rising Wind, Crashing Waves listened to Nyxteria whine, half annoyed and half amused at its pouting.

“Nyxteria is upset that Alexander did not give Nyxteria a scale. Is Nyxteria that untrustworthy?” the great bird asked, clacking its beak and blinking its starry eyes in a way he was sure it thought was meant to be piti...

2.22 I Am The Heavens

When two gods of equal power fought, it was a battle of philosophy. The one with the greatest understanding of their own self, their enemy, and the universe around them typically won. In the Four Realms, such a thing could be considered a matter of pitting one’s Dao above another’s. I had seen it many times, and understood the mechanics of s...

2.21 Dragon

Sorry this is so late. It is likely patreon chapters will be later than usual because of a changing work schedule. (Working six days a week

Alexander was woken from his sleep by Father’s hand resting itself upon his head, silently calling him to…wherever it was He had been. He could feel changes happening in the Four Realms, his sibli...

2.20 I Must Find Out Why

The Overgod of the Multiverse drummed its metaphorical fingers on its metaphorical desk as it watched the nascent Origin Deities wander about through each other’s realms. Data and charts were presented before it, constantly fluctuating as the deities learned and observed new information, but its attention was fixed solely on the gods themselve...

2.19 Welcome to the Garden

Patrons can expect an extra chapter Monday.

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The Progenitor watched his world from afar, as he always had and always would. His home was located at the very center of his Garden, in the heart of the massive ball of light that shone on all of creation. Worlds spun around the light, hundreds of thousands of them, each with their...

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Welcome! This the start of my patreon.

Primary project is Breath of Creation. You will find only two new chapters here for now, chapter 2.17 and 2.18. Patrons are guaranteed two chapters a week, though I will be posting 3 times a week for as long as I can keep it up, or I am satisfied with how far ahead patrons are of royalroad.

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2.18 [Silence.]

Towards the end of the trip the Emperor held a little ball, and introduced us to a few of his upper echelons. Three Dukes and Duchesses, a few Counts, and the more prominent Barons all stood before us as the Emperor introduced each to us; then proceeded to introduce a few of his staff members. These ones did not have proper names. They were like...

2.17 Welcome to Heaven and Earth

The Emperor was a proud being. He led the way into his Realm with head held high and chest puffed out, six arms spread wide as he welcomed the familiar embrace of his Kingdom. The light of heaven kissed his golden skin, a cool breeze ruffling his hair and setting his cape to fluttering. Before him lay golden fields and green hills, purple mounta...

1.13 Interlude: One Tribe

Stonehide looked out over the army assembled before him. Three years it had taken to unite the tribes. Three long years of bloodshed and violence, the kind he thrived in, and it all came down to one last fight. One last brutal battle between minotaurs – and not once had he ever expected it to be the Greenplains who remained standing against hi...

1.12 All She Saw Was Red

There were many things to remember when fighting a dangerous beast – especially magical ones, like the frost bear. Their habits, their diet, their preferred hunting methods, how territorial they are and how to escape if things turned south. And, if they were magical, what they could do. One didn’t hunt a Shadow Lion at night, for example. In...

1.11 If It Is Death

Lysander burst out of the tunnel, skidding to a halt on a ledge overlooking a massive cavern and, for the first time, beheld the salamanders’ village. Huts of stacked stone ringed the walls, forming a circle around a pool of water in the very center. The roofs were thatched, made of wood and what looked to be some sort of fungi – it was hard...

1.10 Catacombs

Three years had passed since Lysander had first started to observe the Salamanders. The time had slowly trickled by as he did what he could, learning about their culture, habits, and snippets of their language. They were fascinating creatures, and he wished for nothing more than to actually make contact with them, to do more than just trick thei...

1.9 ...Marches On

A storm was coming. Lysander could feel it in the air, in his bones, in the whispers of the spirits as they danced along the roaring winds. He pulled his buffalo hide coat tighter around himself, snuggling into the warmth and debating the merits of running back to his little shelter to huddle in for the rest of the day. Currently he stood far aw...

1.8 And Time...

There was something wrong with the salamanders.

That was perhaps too strong of a word, “wrong,” but it was the only one Lysander could think of as he sat in a tree, chewing on a piece of deer jerky. Below him the salamanders were fiddling with a few traps, but there was a noticeable…tension between them. Best he could tell, there wer...

1.7 Interlude: Stonehide

Chief Stonehide of the Bloodhorn Tribe was a massive creature, far larger than all the other minotaurs gathered before him. His shaggy torso was broad and covered in battle scars, arms as thick as tree trunks with great bulging muscles, and curling horns twice as thick as the largest of his tribesmen. Even sitting, hunched over and slowly chewin...

1.6 Someone Has to Observe

Night had fallen.

Lysander lay in a bush not far from the entrance to the salamanders’ cave, just down a small slope and right next to one of the wooden shacks they stored firewood in. Two torches blazed on either side of the cave’s mouth, shadows dancing upon the rocky cliffside, and further in he could see the light of even more torc...

1.5 For Once

For once, no time was wasted in getting ready to leave. The elders were notorious for taking a long time to get anything ready, spending dozens of seasons to deliberate over nearly anything. Not this time. Early the next morning Lysander found himself standing just outside of town with Alaric and his mother, the sun just starting to lighten the ...

1.4 The Sacred Mountain

Something was moving outside of his tent. He wasn’t sure what time it was or even what was going on – all he knew was that it was dark outside, and something was fiddling with his tent flap. A single thought flew into his sleep-addled mind as he rolled onto his feet, off of the pile of furs he used as bedding, and clenched his fists; dan...