chasmine

Rain drops splashed off of his chest, wind pressed against his soaked clothes, his chest rose and fell as he continued the sprint that he had been maintaining for almost two full days. The meeting with Alistair and the other Dreadlord had spooked him, in a way. After Alliria he had thought that...

Waves lapped gently upon the rocks, sea winds brushing down the cliffs and tussling Edric’s air as he sat upon one of the boulders scattered on the beach. The sun drifted slowly down towards the horizon, casting a steady orange glow over the landscape. Behind him stood half a dozen figures...

Following her final departure from the Academy grounds and Edric's escape from prison, Chasmine had returned to the hidden headquarters of Gilram's crew to find it rather ... empty. Or so it felt. Gilram and Duncan she knew to still be out on mission, the former having sent her here to catch the...

On the third night of her return to the Academy, she'd chosen the library. Here a favorable medley of memories provided a refreshing drink after the dearth of melancholy. In the woods she'd come upon Everleigh Ebersol and spoke of death and freedom. In her room she'd made the acquaintance of...

This is a spin-off thread from The Anniversary of Freedom Though the day was slowly wearing on under the warm glow of the sun, the festival's activity had not let up one bit. In fact, it had become nearly impossible to navigate through the crowds as people continued to arrive from far-out...

The old forest. Not a place most occupants of the Dreadlord Academy frequented of their own volition. Few paths existed save the ones used to tread between distant academic building or graveyard. To forge off the paths was to take ones life in their hands, for there was more than simply...

The day was overcast but warm, the sort of afternoon a student of the Academy could likely be found spending free period out and about to enjoy the break between days of rain. Chasmine was one such student, but unlike many of the others milling about and being useless, as the Proctors liked to...