The High Lord had known Garathiel since he was a small boy. He'd always had a love for trees that seemed abnormal even for their kind. The boy's father would attempt to pull him back to reality wherever he could, but Adoniel would just watch him through the years. In his fiftieth year, he'd...
"Take this amulet. Find my daughter, do whatever it takes! Make those knife-ears pay for stealing my girl. Make them regret the day they crossed the hatched crest!"
-Lower Council Member Frederick Chermain, unnamed house of Vel Anir
Hate was a difficult emotion, requiring a certain level of...
“Be careful, okay? If you need anything send us a letter. Don’t forget to eat. Also—”
“Dad, I get it. Don’t worry, I will send you a message as soon as I arrive at an inn. Fal’Addas is a peaceful city, and I have been there before.”
“I know sweetie, but I will always worry for you. Now, hurry...
The night was cool, but it was calm and quiet. It felt right. She was alone now, her former companion having brought her as far as the city's borders before departing. Or at least, that's how it seemed. His ways were so... interesting. But what was certain was now she approached the gates of...
The sun shone cheerily in the cloudless blue sky and the carriage bumped along at a leisurely pace. Four women sat inside, on their way to their first family vacation.
Charity laid on her back on the seat, her head in Honey's lap. She reached up and gently pushed Honey's hair out of her face...
Within the city of Fal'Addas the elven conversations that surrounded Bubkiss were beautiful to his gnomish ears; Bubkiss thought the elongated words were pronounced with all the considered motions of a painter's brush across a canvas as he walked slowly about the city to take in all of the...
Tag: @Kido Clawrush
It had been days since Nennu was excommunicated from her home, though still unbeknownst to her. The young Fae still believed to just be sent over to an aunt at the Spring Court until her parents had gotten her accident under control. As such she's been following a hidden...
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...
Sloan
Twenty years ago
The regiment was not quiet as it marched beyond the edges of the forests. Braying horses, hundreds of falling hooves and the laughter of men and women. An elven scout would hear them from a mile away. That was the point. They were making a show so that the elves knew...
Falwood
Sundown
Even through the changing seasons, years, and ages, had Falwood persisted in its magificient and illusive beauty. As the Wandering One made his way, it could almost be described as a stroll. He enjoyed it here. It felt more familiar than anywhere else in Arethil.
But alas, it...
Rumour has it, in the forest of Falwood, somewhere just outside Fal'Addas and even within the city itself, there have been incidents.
The Nobles of Fal'Addas would never admit to such things, but some say that a few of the city's greatest wizards have had a falling out with the Elders. Though...
One, two, three...
It was so hard to count. Her thoughts were scattered. The road to Vel'Anir is long and they were likely to meet a challenge or two, so she had to be prepared.
... seven, eight, nine...
Valandil was safe. That was perhaps her main concern. He was to stay with his Uncle...
(OOC INFO, PLEASE READ)
(This is the story of Kreyadis Nightwing's origins, written in the Chronicles roleplay tab to validate the drama beheld before you in eyes of the Lore Standards, done so under the instruction of the administration of the Chronicles RP Forum. Some of you may have already...
He had traveled to Elbion, as he always had, on the gales of hope and some odd sprinkling of ambition. The college had offered him an opportunity to advance through to a more prestigious lecture hall, the sort with towering columns of hand-carved wood, inlaid by swirling tapestries of marble and...
If anyone is interested in some writing with an old elf, I'd like to do something in either the area around Elbion/Falwoods or even...Thiria.
Ere is heavily focused on maintaining/establishing trade routes, promoting the spread of Druidism, and is a low key capable Empath.
I'd be up for any...
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