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The sounds of combat, dispersed and fading even as they were, behind Hahnah. Behind and distant. Like echoes of someone else's life playing out in the downward street leading to the Shallows of Alliria. And that is truly what it felt like to Hahnah, as if she now were a person separated from all...

He was an elf named Idreth, and tonight Hahnah would bear terrible witness to his murder. * * * * * Hahnah spent a long time in Alliria, and much of it she did not like. Her trepidation of cities and settlements had not fully abated, even if she had first arrived in the company of a friend...

Hahnah sat on the floor of the roadside tavern. Her back was against the side of the bar, her palms flat on the floor, one leg out straight and the other bent. She was covered in blood. She breathed heavily, her chest heaving and her eyes wide with shock. A dead man lay on the floor among the...

(Intrepid Daily) Dawn was breaking. The sun was obscured by a thin white layer of clouds overcasting the sky from horizon to horizon. Many trees in this northern part of Falwood and this time of year were shed of their leaves, their branches naked and gnarled, like strange capillaries reaching...

Night had fallen on the Tree City. Lamps glowed with strange lights. For it was neither with fire, nor magical illumination that they glowed. But through the use of well placed mirrors and certain kinds of glass, the natural bioluminescence of well fed cone worms was amplified to produce a...

The Falwood was the true home for elvenkind. It was far more welcoming than the harsh cold in the north. Arianrhod felt more at home in these warmer woods than she did the pines that scattered the lower foothills of the Spine. The predators were less fierce, the forest was more forgiving, and...

Retribution was an ever-present danger. Whoever was exerting it rarely truly mattered to an outside observer. Especially when blood was shed, innocent or not, it came to a point where good was inseparable from evil. Nobody even knew what sparked this chain of reaction. Most would say racism and...

Somewhere in the Falwood Fraeya Elwing A creek split the vibrant undergrowth of the Falwood. Patches of sunlight created a living painting on the earth through constantly changing gaps in the swaying canopy above. Somewhere far, far down the current, a buck dipped its snout into the stream and...

The Shallows were full of opportunities for anyone as avaricious as Myrra was. She had been working protection rackets in the area for a couple of months now and it was turning into one of the longer term gigs she had picked up in the last couple of years. Made a lot of sense though, Alliria...

~Elbion: Roughly 200 years ago~ The streets were busting with people walking, or running, to their next destination. Whether they were running late to something or just trying to get home in a hurry. The cobble stone streets were dirty with dust flying up in the air as a strong wind blew through...

The manticore kept its vigil over the bathing pool while it rested its front paws on a toppled stone jug, spewing fresh bathwater. The manticore sat on a stone plinth that jutted out from a blue tiled wall at the back of a narrow apse recess. Its perch was elaborate masonry carved to be the...

Daven sat quietly in the gazebo watching the sunlight trickle through the treetop to the forest floor. Lost in thoughts known only to himself as the gentle sway of the branches above made the rays upon the grass dance in a waltz known only to the wilds of the world. Just as the sun set and the...

Daven Hisaeldaer Biographical information Birthplace Falwood Born Died Age 450 Home Falwood Physical description ...

Achates Thuranni Biographical information Birthplace Unknown Born Died Age 22 (appears in her late teens) Home Alliria ...

The road through the Falwoods was long. It had been over a week now, and still he was deep within the forests' depths. At first, the path had been narrow and dark. Slow. But he'd made it through the twisted woods of his homelands, and the road underfoot was now better kept. He rode atop a...

In the waning hours of the day as the sun descended on the far-off horizon, a cool evening breeze blew in from the east. With it, a thick cover of cloud yielding a gentle rain rolled across the sky. In a shallow and open valley, set on the eastern banks of a great river flowing south, the...

Along the northeastern fringes of Falwood as night falls on the land, a riverside town of diminished grandeur offers the only refuge as a storm creeps in from the east. As you approach the town with seemingly no name it may seem quiet, but arriving at the gates proves there is indeed life behind...

Iridiscent clouds lay over the highest layers of the firmament, while another set of puffs veiled Mount Kemuri as if it were some kind of a hat that graced the majestic presence of the volcano. The rather flat and well organised village underneath was washed clean by a recent storm, with the...