Chapter 3: Prince Torrin
Alspur smiled wolfishly, "none o' yore business." torrin eyed him for a moment, then shrugged, "what did you find out about him?" alspur leaned back, looking bored.
A Pokemon of a different Age
_“you could… easily match the champions of yore if you… applied yourself.” “so it means… to be a hardass?” “to… guide you. away from sinful and undesired thoughts.” “like you?”
Its Okay to be Boring on Christmas (Updated 2021, 9671 words))
"here we are as in olden days" "happy golden days of yore" "faithful friends who are dear to us" "gather near to us once more." \> in the recorded version this repeated stanza is sung by a chorus.
Realms of Valeron - Chapter 9
This, he realised, must be the cavern of yore. had he reached the tundric plateaux already? this was it, then. this was his moment. he entered the cave, his heart pounding.
A Dragon's Song
When the dragon finally awoke, the castle fell in ash and smoke, when all that was left was ruin, where the curse finally broke, where wizards of old made mighty spells, this rang the ancient bells, that now echoed through the village of yore
Forging Thoth's Daughter: Notes
** ** society inadvertently, a romance between what we would consider two rather lower-middle class jobs today would be quite the high-class event of ages yore.
Avarin Falls, Chapter 1
He shouldered by the struggling quartet and sat down, leaning back against the comforting bark of a yore limb. a humid breeze filtered through the canopy branches and scattered the shadows lining the platform.
Gone
There lies a peace_ _where the spirits of life meet once more_ _all dressed in their coats of fleece_ _to embark on the final journey to the distant shore_ _while darkness reigns for a span_ _always to yield to the ever present dawn_ _memories of yore
Chapter 5: Hope for a Better Ending
"yes, yore lordship." said runtha as he struggled to his feet, already beginning to wince from the bruise forming on his head, along with the scores of others he had acquired over the past few hours.
You're What?
Though my scales are yet to grow, though my wings are yet to spread, though my fires are yet to blaze, hark: the shape thou behold'st cometh from a yore ere the making of humanity, when the world still young smouldered with ash and sulphur that choked the
The Raven
Gathering my thoughts together, my mind, at last, i did untether from endless pining for the feathered flesh of my lenore and stepping forward, stiffly, slowly, crying out 'by all that's holy,' and cursing in the names of a hundred pagan gods of yore
Lost Silhouettes
Before knowing only the dread of being forgotten and the fear of losing what had made them something more than just a pygmy in the eyes of the world but now they may know that which they had not before a life of countless joys, hearkening an age of yore