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DodoDevil
Magnus Kinslow watched the slow death of another world unfold.
Neatpicky
Yvith had, through brute force, tore her way inside the Archives.
Marceline_Raynes
They were brothers, once. But decades of bloodlust drove them apart.
Fish^12
There is no better place to die than in a church.
Doctor Cimmerian
These weren't my hands. These weren't my eyes. But this was my mind.
Neatpicky
She was half of my soul. Now she’s gone. I don’t know anymore.
Toastee
Crimson moonlight glistened upon the waves, illuminating the decaying town.
Tstaffor
A documentation and record of the enclave's adventures through the foreign environment of Xerophylla.
LORDXVNV
For every one that useth milk is unskilful in the word of righteousness: for he is a babe.
— Hebrews 5:13, KJV
I was an orphan. I was left to the care of the Phlegmfont, under the care of the mysterious Friar Clef.
Friar Clef taught me of an ancient and forbidden faith — Christianity — before I reached adulthood at age 11. And then he sent me forth, to the heart of the Fundamentum's power — the Arcana Institute of Xerophylla, where I would learn to fight in the Fundamentum's forever wars, like Daniel in the lion's den.
This is the story of how I journeyed to the center of all things that happen to me.
LORDXVNV
SCP-6248-α is the White Phlegm of Yvith, which gushes from SCP-6248.
LORDXVNV
I still remember the scent, sour in the air like old sweat, as we approached that sacred spring upon the hill of Glastonbury Tor. I saw the flowing Phlegm of the goddess, spewing forth from two great gashes in the ground. It gleamed white, even in the pale red of the moon slipping in through a crenellation, even as the faint reflections of candlefire flickered in its pearlescence. I had never seen something so pure and so white before, and to me it seemed truly divine.
LORDXVNV
"Well, I wouldn't expect so much from a Phlegm Drinker. You're to be dumb muscle, after all — once you leave the Institute it's to Darkest Evropa with you, isn't it? To fight and die for the safety of Xerophylla. But enough about your fate. The Social Fire is of the contagion between humans. Blood is life, after all, isn't it? Blood is life and time and connection. As water turns hot in our veins, the social fire turns words into meaning to bind humans together. We're speakers, you see. Speakers and speechmakers. And I'll be rather good at it."
LORDXVNV
"In the name of the Fundamentum, in the name of Xerophylla," said the Friar as he stood, his voice clear, holding the card aloft. "In the name of the Council Thirteen. Indeed, I bid you open the gates to the Arcane. I bid you open the future.""
LORDXVNV
And even deeper, at the heart of the eternal pointless war of all things, was the One. The source of all things. Where divine and man united. At the heart of all creation, the Christ. Upon which the world turned. The one path to Salvation.
LORDXVNV
I found myself reaching towards it, reaching my hand towards that gem that caught the light of the moon and the pale Arcanagleam of the lamps, found myself reaching towards the truth—
Ralliston
He didn't think the man could get inside his house. But the man was full of surprises.
LAN 2D
I’ve seen people laugh so hard they died.
Fish^12
The triad of a name she kept, in safe harbor, WITcH.
flowerfirst
I take these stories and try, as hard I can, to picture them. If I am to paint these things, I must have the clearest image. No obfuscation can stand.
flowerfirst & 
MoreMuffins
Slowly, carefully, she sinks to her knees and peers beneath the tablecloth. The face of a child stares back at her, days-old burns glistening wetly on the bridge of his nose and underneath sunken eyes. His cheeks are hollow, his face and frame are thin, and he’s clad in worn, street-stained clothes…
DrGooday
"It's quite nice to see one being so precautious…".
BitOddInnit
Dina loved that little dog with every fibre of her being.
BitOddInnit
Raymond rode along the winding cobbled road through the Xerophyllan Steppes, chasing the white light from his companion's lantern amid the crimson glow left off by the moon above as the wind howled around him like a demon being dragged back to Hell.
BitOddInnit
SCP-6734 is to remain within the Royal Palace in Dezmond, the Capital of the Kingdom of Xerophylla. Any attempts to remove it from the Palace without the expressed permission of a member of The Council Thirteen will result in immediate expulsion from the Fundamentum and a call will be put out for the offender's capture, whether dead or alive.
DrDapper
Thompson waved her hand. "I'm an excellent multi-tasker. Now come, let's sit and discuss what it is you require of me."
DrDapper
I was rather taken aback by this suggestion. While Thompson seemed more than capable of handling herself, there was still the threat of a werewolf on the premise.
BitOddInnit
Ah, a visitor. Please, do come in, do come in.
Voiiiii
It was only three hours ago that she was sitting alone in her tavern.
Dr Leonerd
Now, Modrin was regarded as the finest architect in the Principalities and Kingdoms of Yore, designing all things from palaces to prisons with unrivalled expertise…
Dr Leonerd
In an age where the sun shines solely in old men's dreams, no child of night is more widely reviled than the shrieking banshee…
Maxyfran73
Thus ends the first chapter of the book of all tales.
JackalRelated
He hadn't clocked her thin eyes nor the very toothy smile she sported. It unnerved him, resembling the teeth he'd seen before on news programs, teeth that could puncture your neck and draw blood like nothing else.
RuraScarlet
I find myself thanking the Lord for the child that stirs within, for I will love them no less than how ivies love the church’s walls.
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