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No one remembered how Parshen had come to reside in Astenvale, or how long he'd been the librarian. He rarely spoke about himself, and rarely needed to. Most who entered his domain saw him not as a mystery, but as an answerer of mysteries. At his desk, Parshen sat bent over an assortment of...

There were a number of strange instruments and dried flowers in ornate little boxes scattered about the table where Selene sat. Rhythm steady, she busied herself with them, mixing some sort of herbal remedy in a shallow clay pot. A pinch of this, a spoonful of that. Next to her elbow was a neat...

With a crisp flick, Selene set the report back down. It immediately disappeared once more into the disarray. She seemed to be at ease once more. "You'll have to ask the Librarian that question. I'm only forty years old, Petra, and history never much interested me." Petra Darthinian

An ally? A cruel smile, a tilt of her head. You're mistaken. Whether he lives or dies, the boy's fate is not my concern. Don't you have anything else to wager? The smiled widened into a cheery squint. Selene raised her hand, palm open. Behind her, the two ghosts which hovered readied their...

The removed look in Selene's eye melted away to warm, crow's feet crackling a the edges of the smile that she broke. "Old things are aligning, of that we can agree," she said. "And we always have a responsibility to pay attention." With both hands, she dragged out the heavily adorned chair...

The boy had more to say. One of the spirits, the slighter one in robes, listened intently. He struck a pose midair as if he were sitting with legs crossed, leaned forward with one elbow on his knee. He interjected at well-timed intervals with a sympathetic hum or confirming nod when...

A musty smell of damp sugar and flour filled Selene's nostrils. She gave a sharp inhale, mouth half ajar, then turned her head away from Petra. Just in time, Selene sneezed into the shoulder of her frilled robes. The sweets had definitely gone bad. "I already told you what to do," Selene said...

Mouth quirked up into a half-smile, Selene dropped the wizardly pose and lowered her hands. She shifted her weight to one hip and crossed her arms, as she gave the boy a bemused look. Again, she waited for him to finish speaking, and let the grove grow silent as the grave before she responded...

The place they ended up was not far into the woods. Just a few twists and turns down a wide foot path, and suddenly they were in an ancient-looking grove. A stream cut through thick banks of flowering moss, fed by a waterfall that cascaded down some distance away. Once, long ago, this place had...

Down came the crash of ice and water, in dazzling torrent against the barrier, magic arcing in prism sparks with each pelting. When Selene thought she could hold it no more, she felt the strength of Bebin's embrace round her. How onerous it had been, the first time she had tried to share anima...

Selene nodded along to what the young man told her. "A decent level of conviction," she responded once he was done. "Alright, just one last question, and then I will give you your very first lesson in magic." In one hand, Selene gathered up her robes, so they did not collect the dew upon the...

What was your experience in settling into roleplay here? I was invited to play here by Dingo, after he had already been active on Chronicles for about a year. So my settling in was aided by already having someone familiar with the site. I remember I started off by making unattached adventure...

With a shrug of her shoulders and a rumbly laugh, Selene broke the spell her own story had woven. "So many questions!" she chided Petra lightly, holding her palms up in a pleading way. "All I can give you is my own opinion, tainted by my past as it is." Selene rose from her chair, and strode...

It seemed that Selene was not done talking, yet. A sidelong glance at Helena, and then she stood. "For ages, the Knights of Anathaeum have not strayed in our... requests. Our creed remains the same: to nurture the wyld places, and the spirits who reside within it. To aid those in need...

Roll: 20 It seemed that she had been set up. The muddy arena was bright, the crowd loud. Everyone was calling her princess. It did not take much goading to get her to fully adopt the role. Selene took it with all the grace of a noble daughter, curtsying neatly to Hector as he read her name...