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my entry for this contest

Contest with Cash prizes!TO CELEBRATE THE CREATION OF OUR GROUP!
Running time: from 5 august to 5 november
Games of court and crown
Setting (A very quick introduction to the land and story) :
My story takes place in the country of Dendroa, the land of Storms (part of the world of Derkomai I created) during the period when Aelys was part of the Keeshir Guard, from the moment she was found after the wreckage to the one when she will have to flee to Drechenval, scapegoated with the murder of the king.
Dendroa is a monarchy with harsh laws. Slavery is forbidden but every citizen has to contribute to the well being of the country, both by taxes and public works when requested (the nature of the task is adapted to the capacities of every one).
The pantheon is composed of several deities, the main being called the Spirit of our Fathers, a god of storms and battles. The priests have a voice in court but can not edict laws or challenge th

Aelys tries on an outfit that fits the local style and is suited to the climate of Amalthea

Rising to the occasionEven the wind was different, dry and hot, brushing their hair away from their faces, carrying beguiling scents of foreign spices and roasted meats mixed with the stench of dung and humanity packed together.
"What now Aeran?"
Dreven rolled his shoulders, adjusting the strap of his crossbow slung across his back as they stared at the churning crowd in front of them. They had travelled fast as usual and the foreign capital was spreading in front of them, tempting and daunting at the same time.
"We go to the embassy, we announce ourselves. We stay together."
"As long as future held up a bath and some cold water I'm all for it, personally. I am cooking here." the tall and powerfully built auburn haired woman next to Dreven looked flushed indeed, her freckles almost invisible under the ruddy tinge of her usually pale cheeks.
"Yeah, a bath would be a good idea for you, Lera." Drefen, twin to his brother, dodged easily the punch she aimed half heartedly as his gut and laughed. "Only Kiddo seem
Lessons of life part 3
Warning! slight lemony parts ahead! If you don't like this kind of literature I advice you to close this page and have a good day!
Kiddo had ran back all the way to the embassy, ducking and dodging the ever present onlookers that were traipsing the streets. She started to miss the forests of Dendroa, the freshness of their eternal shadows, the feel of the air cleaned by the rain. Here the atmosphere was constantly gritty, the winds saturated with dust and sand. Absent mindely she scratched her neck, irritated by the constant friction. Maybe this was the main reason the inhabitants were wearing such fluids cloths: this way the dust couldn't accumulate in the fabric.
Beeren wasn't here yet, she had time for a bath. She scrubbed and washed, dunking several times under the surface of a bath tub so big she could almost have used it as a pool, groaning in appreciation. The grime that had accumulated in the few hours she had spent outside had washed away perfectly but suddenly the idea of

Description

my entry for this contest

Contest with Cash prizes!TO CELEBRATE THE CREATION OF OUR GROUP!
Running time: from 5 august to 5 november
Games of court and crown
Setting (A very quick introduction to the land and story) :
My story takes place in the country of Dendroa, the land of Storms (part of the world of Derkomai I created) during the period when Aelys was part of the Keeshir Guard, from the moment she was found after the wreckage to the one when she will have to flee to Drechenval, scapegoated with the murder of the king.
Dendroa is a monarchy with harsh laws. Slavery is forbidden but every citizen has to contribute to the well being of the country, both by taxes and public works when requested (the nature of the task is adapted to the capacities of every one).
The pantheon is composed of several deities, the main being called the Spirit of our Fathers, a god of storms and battles. The priests have a voice in court but can not edict laws or challenge th

Aelys tries on an outfit that fits the local style and is suited to the climate of Amalthea

Rising to the occasionEven the wind was different, dry and hot, brushing their hair away from their faces, carrying beguiling scents of foreign spices and roasted meats mixed with the stench of dung and humanity packed together.
"What now Aeran?"
Dreven rolled his shoulders, adjusting the strap of his crossbow slung across his back as they stared at the churning crowd in front of them. They had travelled fast as usual and the foreign capital was spreading in front of them, tempting and daunting at the same time.
"We go to the embassy, we announce ourselves. We stay together."
"As long as future held up a bath and some cold water I'm all for it, personally. I am cooking here." the tall and powerfully built auburn haired woman next to Dreven looked flushed indeed, her freckles almost invisible under the ruddy tinge of her usually pale cheeks.
"Yeah, a bath would be a good idea for you, Lera." Drefen, twin to his brother, dodged easily the punch she aimed half heartedly as his gut and laughed. "Only Kiddo seem
Lessons of life part 3
Warning! slight lemony parts ahead! If you don't like this kind of literature I advice you to close this page and have a good day!
Kiddo had ran back all the way to the embassy, ducking and dodging the ever present onlookers that were traipsing the streets. She started to miss the forests of Dendroa, the freshness of their eternal shadows, the feel of the air cleaned by the rain. Here the atmosphere was constantly gritty, the winds saturated with dust and sand. Absent mindely she scratched her neck, irritated by the constant friction. Maybe this was the main reason the inhabitants were wearing such fluids cloths: this way the dust couldn't accumulate in the fabric.
Beeren wasn't here yet, she had time for a bath. She scrubbed and washed, dunking several times under the surface of a bath tub so big she could almost have used it as a pool, groaning in appreciation. The grime that had accumulated in the few hours she had spent outside had washed away perfectly but suddenly the idea of