exploration

The Ruins of Vel Basten - Near the Falwood "Well." Mieri declared as she ascended the final step to the central dais of the temple. "This is fucking creepy." Vel Basten, or what this ruin had once been called, had once been a city built after the second Elven War. A creation and wonder...

In the east of the Iuk-'u Delta, a large group was resting in a dryer portion of swamp. One group was composed of about ten lightly armored individuals while the larger group was composed of a couple dozen ragged, shackled, emaciated people. "The hell we gonna do now?" An armored man spoke up...

It was a day just like any other in Alliria. The city bustling with activity slowly went to sleep as darkness fell. That night in the outer city, a local drunk was making his way home from the tavern. He'd just had a fight with some thug and got kicked out, without having got drunk enough. As he...

Flowered trees canopied the dirt pathway. The sun offered only speckled light into the infinite woodlands. The sound of running water could be heard, but from where? Rhydian took an uneasy step forward. The sun allowed him to see despite his blindness. It wasn't a typical sight, but he could...

Far off in the hills there was a cave. It had been over a century since man had first foot inside, though their part in carving out its vast tunnels and chasms was significant. It was said that an ancient town existed deep inside, constructed by a people who had been shunned by those above...

The Underrealm Lokdrarlig Syvis sat quietly on a rock, holding the map that she had been given just a few days before. The spot where she now sat was exactly where it had been marked on the map, and having arrived early she'd spent the last two hours studying the massive stone gate that she...

They called her the Lost One’s little pet. Man-things were breakable. Ragdoll, they called her. That might’ve been also because her clothes had been patched and darned in places, with love and care. Not that she looked any shabbier than Naghi’s (the Lost One’s) soldiers themselves, mind you...

The trip of the White Tern and her sisters was long, but the crew stood out through the good and the bad. The worst of which was a few storms here and there, but other than that the ships sailed on course. When the golden coast appeared on the horizon, a small celebration sparked in Ermengarde's...

In the early hours of morning 15th of Ryegrass. Ships lay in the harbour, slowly filling up with goods and hard working men. It would have been quite a serene moment if it were not for the consistant gawking of river gulls in the port. These were the bold kind of birds, ready to snatch food off...

A what? This is the discussion for the exploration chain of roleplays based on exploring the rest of the orange continent/landmass to the east. The first expedition is being led by Morgan and Ermengarde to settle a port settlement to work as a base of operation and allow for easy traveling forth...