Just the stories

  1. The origin of Sanstream
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    Image of the a lightning bolt, an unicorn and dragon having a blast. At the top sparkles appear.

    A long time ago (1983, to be precise), somewhere the wilds of Germany, a wild array of creatures of all shapes and sizes came together for a midnight gathering. At this event a lightning bolt, an unicorn and a dragon met each other. Although these three very different souls, who seemed to have not to have anything in common, somehow hit it off. Thoughts were formed, opinions were given and joy was shared. That night a beautiful friendship was born.

    None of them realised that their profound fondness of each other would spark something new and never before seen. In a moment of intense mutual laughter sparks flew of them into the air. Without them even noticing they curled up and formed a fiery orange-tinted bolt of energy. As a side-effect of the fellowship's magical properties it was also blessed with a curious sense of purpose.

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  2. The little troll
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    The little troll sitting in his home, looking back, over his shoulder"

    Not so long ago, in a forest not so far away, lived a little troll.

    It was unclear were he came from how long he lived there. The owls murmured about far away pine forests in the mountains, while mice squeaked about he came from across the rivers. Every part of the forest and creature had its own story, but in thruth, no one really knew.

    The little troll lived in a remote corner of the forest. It's home was nothing more than two stone slabs pitched up against each other, covered with some dirt, moss and leaves to keep out the rain. The floor of his 'hut' was covered in leaves to keep him warm at night. All in all it was not much, but it was all he needed.

    Arround the hut the ground was littered with with small leftover bones from rabbits, rats and other creatures that had the misfortune of crossing its path. The only other thing that stood out was the faint smell of rott lingering in the air. All in all a inhospitable place for thing that preffered the sunlight, but that's how the troll liked it.

    The most anyone heard of him was occasional scream echoing through the forest. None of the creatures in the forest saw or heard much else him or at least they tried, because no one wanted to cross paths with the troll.

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  3. Father
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    Peter stood in the elevator and looked up to the display above the doors. The number on the display said 3 and was sliding out of view to the number four.

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