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Sauvir was not easily tempted. These words sounded like empty promises. Carrots on the end of a long stick. His eyes slowly shifted to the one known as Lord Urahil. The king inspected him carefully, "Tell me, Lord Urahil," Sauriv said the man's title with a hint of bitterness, "How can you...

King Sauriv nodded at the request and tapped his staff another time. The same servants returned with several additional baskets and refreshments for the emissaries' escorts. It was at this point when everyone had broken bread and had a drink that the King spoke up, "You have broken bread in my...

The Yrai'i were highly skilled in the art of stonework and carving. Like a majority of buildings in Yrai, the High Hall was carved into the face of the limestone cliff. The hall was without corners; its walls were smooth and rounded and formed a sphere. At its crown was a large opening that...

From a rocky landing just beneath the crest of the cliff Sun King Sauriv watched. A month ago Sauriv had stood in the exact same place. Each day he'd watch the sky and take note of the birds. He observed how they flew. He listened to their songs. He took note of which birds were present.. There...

Notarius sat at the dark mahogany desk in the center of his study. Through open paned windows the late afternoon sun splashed the room with warm light. A breeze rolled in off the sea ruffling stacks of parchment that covered the desk's surface. The man, now approaching his late-50s, adjusted the...

The Governor walked down the long stone passageway that led to the castle’s grand balcony. He could feel Naghi’s eyes on him as they walked. With each step the long sword felt heavier. Primewater was disappointed in himself. He would be known as the most disgraceful governor to sit on the...

Primewater froze in his seat. A murmur had broken out among those gathered in his hall. His guards had lowered their pikes, but he could feel their fear. He raised a hand as a call for silence and order was restored. His green eyes scanned the crowd. Wide eyes stared back at him. What would...

Between the time that the runner had left and the arrival of the emissaries, a small crowd had shuffled into the hall. A dozen of Toirbheartan's guard stood alongside their captain, merchant lords of various standing whispered to one another, several representatives from nearby Orcish tribes...

I'm looking for a way to make the older gentleman in my picture become an actual character. I'd be interested as well :)

Stories? Not only did this creature plays songs but he had stories too. This excited Pram. He had heard many stories that concerned the realm of the fey- from limericks and haiku, to ballads and epics. But Pram had heard those tales multiple times, perhaps this creature had something different...

Pram would stomp his hooves on the dirt road and kick up a small cloud of dirt- a nervous habit of his. He'd glance in either direction on the road with his pipes still in hand. He'd already stray too far from his glade- was this a good idea? The Satyr raised the pipes to his lips. He...

Pram watched from the cover of tall-grass. The man had let off a flourish that was carried by the wind- through the old boughs and colorful fauna, the notes had caught Pram's ear. He crouched in waiting, unsure of what to do next. Should he step out on the road and applaud the traveler, or...

Toirbheartan was established between the western-most arm of the Spine and the west bank of a rushing river that meandered from Crobhear Lake. The first settlers had come to call the river Dwaren after many years of trading with the Dwarven strongholds that dotted the valley. The Dwarves would...

Hello and welcome! I hope you enjoy your time here :)

This is something I'd also imagine when it comes to a place like Falwood- shrines and statues throughout the wood that have fallen into ruin, a faint reminder of the past. By glancing at the map you can see that Falwood covers an immense amount of land with climates that probably vary from...