The Forest of Evermore... It was a name Kerrick found he related to, one he found fitting for the two of them to step outside of the quiet little haven they'd found for themselves in the bedroom and into the waiting world at large. Evermore, just as his life seemed to be, twisted and expanded by...
Roza’s village was roughly half a day’s travel by foot from the Falwood Portal Stone, but it wasn’t a bad walk. Elves were used to being on their feet anyhow, and their lithe and graceful movements ensured their travel was quicker than most other species. Traveling alone with a light travel pack...
Roza had passed through one of the entrance gates to the inner city of Elbion as she had done many times before. She was no stranger to the mercantil workings of the trade city, as a hunter by profession she’d delivered goods there plenty of times in the past. But this time was different. She’d...
Arbane has to return to the city of Aellevanda for some important events, but I wanted to rp his journey a bit. Anyone looking to rp. It can really be anywhere as long as you are ok with an elf that acts like Uncle Iroh.
Petra had read about dragons and what little was known about the intricacies of their anatomy and culture. Of the history of their species.
They were a naturally secretive lot and the differences between their kind were as varied and complex as her own people's. Yet that unknown had only...
It had been several weeks since Arastan, Taliyah, and a delegation of Aellevanda had left their city and headed south for Fal'addas. The unit of the royal guard that followed was with them for obvious reasons, and the diplomats that traveled with them were the diplomatic 'advisors' to Arastan...
The dark cell had become her home. It had been her home for 138 days. Taliyah knew this because the tiny rock she used to mark the days against the stone wall.
Her arm dropped as soon as she made the mark and she groaned in pain. 138 days of torture. 138 days of being cut, healed, and cut...
A small permanent village built onto one of the more forgiving sections of the Aberresai Savannah during the wet season.
Varys did his best to focus on nothing but the sound of his shoes on the shoddily pathed scrubland as he burst from the small trading post building in the center of the...
Damnit.
Brenna frowned as the deer she had been hunting moved at the last moment and her arrow thudded into the tree behind its head. It turned sharply towards her position and then bounded off back to the comforts of the forest thicket instead of the large open frozen meadow she had been...
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