bayou garramarisma

  1. Vocenae

    Private Tales A Throne of Time and Tides

    The first sign that there was anything in the swamp were the rough cut stones that barely stood above surface of the murky water. Szraezr knew that he and his Thresh were close when he could see the blocky structures casting shadows in the moonlight. Beyond them, sunken and buried beneath...
  2. Brackish Memories

    Open Chronicles A grave awakening.

    Splssh! The yellow green water of the bayou burst open, and from it a horror all too common amongst the saltmarsh cordgrass of the Bayou. A skeletal visage peered out from under the decayed remnants of underwater weeds, it's body language showing clear signs of bewildered confusion. It's head...
  3. Garrod Arlette

    Completed A Conversation at The Fool's End

    The room he had gotten was spartan, save for a little desk and chair that were almost quaint beside the wall. Garrod laid his sword against the wall near the bed, and began to undo his armor. Practice made it relatively easy work. Bracer first, then boots and greaves. Then... he looked into the...
  4. Harrier

    Open Chronicles Smoke on the Swampwater

    CROSSROAD MIRE BAYOU GARRAMARISMA MIDNIGHT Harrier Wren gasped herself awake, choking on bad dreams and smoke. For just a heartbeat, the necromancer thought she'd left the fire on, let the pot of bones boil over, but the smoke tasted heavier, as if the swamp was burning. She scrambled achily...
  5. Vardan

    Fable - Ask My Lambkin and Me

    BAYOU GARRAMARISMA BITTERHEARTH - MAIN HALL Ryan Ashford On Vardan's wooden throne, that hastily carved and uncomfortable thing, there was a splinter that stood up straight on one of the armrests. And when Vardan was bored, or antsy, or pondersome, he took it between two fingers and twiddled...
  6. Vyke

    Open Chronicles Shipwrecked! At the Bayou Garramarisma

    Bayou Garramarisma A blue eye peered through the one socket in a thick, cumbersome helmet to watch deckhands and guards set up a rudimentary camp near the gutted corpse of a small ship that had run aground. A man with a leather cap decorated with an old feather tightly held onto a ledger as he...
  7. Vardan

    Open Chronicles Shakedown! At the Crossroad Mire

    BAYOU GARRAMARISMA CROSSROAD MIRE The small, furred crone called Hagglesnip was what passed for fleeting authority - or maybe just seniority - within Crossroad Mire. It was for this reason that Vardan had accosted her outside of her ruddy little roadhouse, directing one of the two naga footmen...
  8. Dragoon

    Open Chronicles Awakening…

    Through the mist a silhouette made way among the swampy terrain, the soft steps through puddles and over bodies is all that is heard. Meaningless beings- The wind whispered, Phallendarr had ran into uncooperative pirates whilst transversing through the bog. Phallendarr tried to warn them, but...
  9. H

    Private Tales Takes a Liching, Keeps on Ticking

    Bayou Garramarisma Ryan Ashford opened her eyes slowly. The stars that usually dotted the night sky in an area this dark were obscured by the cacophony of trees. Where was she? Why didn't she remember what happened to get her here? Where was Crishell? And why the fuck did she feel so weird...
  10. Garrod Arlette

    Private Tales Champion of the Perished

    It was a musty old thing. Looked like it would fall apart if a strong enough wind came through, but The Fool's End was the only rest house he had come across in the last two days, and his legs were tired, and his joints were beginning to ache. There was something about the thick damp air of the...
  11. Nere Ashorn

    Private Tales Sanctum of the Arcane

    Ask any academic worth their pride in Alliria and they would tell you that there were no magic institutions in the archipelago swamplands of Bayou Garamarisma, nor had there ever been. Ask the locals, and they'd tell you a different story. Long before a sort of magical black market settled...
  12. Nere Ashorn

    Private Tales Row, Row, Row Your Boat

    Pirates! Of course, Nere would not be an Ashborn if she were afraid of a few pirates. Some days you got safely out of the Bayou, and some days you didn't. That was just the life of a merchant on the edges of civilization. So when a pirate ship had rolled up alongside their merchant vessel soon...
  13. Roen

    Open Chronicles Strange Is the Night

    "No one cares what happens in these swamps. No mainlanders do anyway." Lowering the cracked mug in his hands after an overly critical examination, Franz Bedlam, owner of the Bedlam Tavern & Inn, sighed. He was an elderly man in his late fifties with a pockmarked face and the unhappy look of one...
  14. XoChitl

    Private Tales Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?

    The first thing the Knave's groggy mind would pick up was the smell of piss. It permeated her delicate senses; making her nose twitch, the ring along her right nostril twinkling in the dim light. The Raev lay slumped against the far corner of the wall. Her long, three-towed clawed legs were...
  15. Mambo

    Open Chronicles A Rumor of a Cure.

    A Rumor of a Cure (For the person who replies first. Other joiners will be responded to!) You find yourself in a worn down tavern in the lower slums of Alliria, a place full of scoundrels, thieves, and other miscreants. No one stops as you enter as the gentle clinking of glasses, the messy...
  16. TheScarletDastard

    Open Chronicles The Way Unraveling

    No one knew who he had been before coming to Purqoic. No one knew what he had been. But to his people, it didn't matter. Because Tuvin was The Way. And right now, he was dying. Writhing on a mat of woven reeds, his eyes closed in a feverish sleep, Tuvin The-Way looked like death warmed over...