New Challenge: Epic 80s
This month's challenge features hundreds of fresh prompts from the bodacious decade of the 1980s.
“What kind of fate is waiting for us, Salgant? Do you think the Lord Turgon will really found a city?”
Lendalwed’s eyes shone, glittering as bright as any of the Tree-touched.
Salgant laughed and ruffled their hair. “I am certain he has thought of a role especially for you, holinke.”
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The city is burning, again. Pengolodh sheds a single despairing tear over the memory of the person who was, to him, the kindest Elf he had ever known, before he turns to the flaming lore-house, smelling bitter ashes on the wind. “Will my fate, like yours, be fire?” he whispers.