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Perhaps, the man needed a change in fortune. Rosebury despaired ever winning the wager. Was humanity still as selfish as ever? Did anyone care? Was a man so focused on himself that he wouldn’t spare a thought for a man in need…a beggar perhaps? Honestly, the disguise was flimsy but the faerie...

Rosebury brightened. He did best with an audience, and Yøren was captivated by his tales. The Summer Courtiers were difficult to impress. They’d seen it all and more over long lifespans, but this was why Rosebury liked humans. Every day was a new experience, every evening precious. They found...

Rosebury thought of their route. Inward to find the Abbey, then west and north along the peninsula to Volta. Southwest to Amol Khalit and a visit to his own home, southeast to the Cortosi swamps. Even further south to the jungles, then a sharp swing northeast to Floiland. Rosebury waited...

Rosebury chuckled. “Those rations are for when I can’t be so easy and carefree with magic. I won’t be able to do this all the time, but a journey like ours deserves a decent breakfast. I can open a link between ourselves and my kitchen in the House of Coins. It works well when I can’t get my...

Ive just recently rejoined and Joseph’s entire concept is the meaning of being human. I’d love to delve into a plot with you! Vivienne Summers

Rosebury laid awake a little while and listened to the man batter. From what he could gather, Yøren was a fairly decent trader. Of course he lost quite a bit and the others held his dealings with Rosebury over his head, but that was the way of things. Humans, orcs, elves, all in the penultimate...

Rosebury sat up again with a grin. “Ah! Yes! A solid pair of boots is your first worry. We are going to be walking a long way, through deserts, swamps and jungle. No sense suffering in a poor pair of shoes, even if we’re too far from anywhere with a decent tailor. I should’ve had the foresight...

A fine and firm grip by a man who hadn’t the slightest clue who he was. Rosebury gave his hand a shake and a smile. A strong warmth spread from his palm, almost to the point of discomfort, winding around Yøren’s arm. It shivered through his very bones, and the deal with the fae was made. A deal...

Rosebury smiled a bit as the man stared at him in complete wonder. He really wasn’t dressed for the weather, but the chill had never bothered him. Castigare in the Silent Court could get very chilly being subterranean. The plains were a lovely change by comparison. Ah, as much as Rosebury loved...

Rosebury was always a man looking to appease his own boredom. The long life of a fae meant, at a certain point, that it all became routine. One got bored of parties, champagne, orgies and the like. It was one thing to grow up in a pit of angry vipers where a faux pas could be the last mistake...

Rosebury loved the Silent Court in actual autumn. The world was cooling, and growing cold and wet above. The subterranean Silent Court was always bursting with light. Castigare, always a lovely and lively city, was even more boisterous than usual. Rosebury sometimes felt as though Castigare was...

The Lord of Luck