Prologue
When I lived there, Wyvernston, a moderately-sized, curiously empty city astride a river, was best known as a center of science and learning. The majority of its inhabitants were involved in metalwork, and it was considered noteworthy for its remarkably beautiful women.
The Wyvernstonians' coarse, fleecy hair was light to medium brown and their eyes were generally brown, green, or hazel. Their height ranged from 4'6" to 5'6" and their build tended to be wiry. Their skin was pale to light peach, and they had oval faces.
At the time, my name was Giasan, and I was a timid stableboy with chestnut hair and mismatched eyes, who swore profusely.
My timidity was a great flaw, for I was in love with the most beautiful girl in all of Wyvernston.
Fiarina was a shepardess. A carefree bard with auburn hair and silver eyes, she kept a pet bird. When in the meadows with her sheep, Fiarina tended to recite poetry to the bird, Nith. I would often spy on her from atop the Tower of the Aged Revelation of Kam, longing for the day when we would frolic together beside the peaceful, hidden Pond of the Radiant Birds of Dis – a place only the country folk knew about.
Indeed, it was said to be enchanted.
One morning I spied her, sitting in the meadow and elegantly dressed in a blouse of forest green linen that was trimmed with silver lace, and knew that I had to make her mine.
The sleek bruja posed 'pon husky pillions, her heated peltry mango of shade... ebon oculars reflecting with innocence and auds pricked atop her symmetrical formation.
I was immensely aroused.
At this point a domineering soldier drew his sword and slew her, the great bastard child of a dimply orc-molesting maggot!
Nith suddenly turned from a bird into a dragon!
I fled Wyvernston forever and changed my name to Wilell, because that shit-hole was fuuuuuucked up.
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