falwood

Valdorren - The Falwood It had been earlier during the morning that he'd caught the first glimpse of the fortress, its dark towers soaring past the seemingly never-dissipating mists of the mountains and high into the sky, like piercing claws aimed at the heavens themselves. Though only a few...

Two by two, The Dancing March Begins. Me and You, Ignoring all our Sins. The large fae looked at the words in his journal. A slight frown upon his lips. This one he didn't understand. He had written it but he didn't understand it. It was short. It was cryptic. It wasn't his usual style when it...

This was utterly rediculous. How long had he been waiting? 12, no, 13 years and still nobody came back. He was beginning to think they weren't coming back. His large pumpkin head leaned back and Curcurbita, cursed of the fae, looked up to the starry night sky in half hearted hope that he might...

"He's turned off the road, into the woods!" "In a hurry." "Get after him!" The pack of bandits had been trailing the travellers for nearly an hour, waiting for darkness to fall. They had passed the man and his son on the road. With such extravegent clothes and a fine instrument the man had...

The days that the full treetops rustle from the gusting winds were the days she cherished the most. Most preferred the ocean, the sounds of a bustling market or the tranquility of a garden. Nothing spoke of home than the leaves dancing in the wind. If she barely felt the caress of air, at least...

Falwood “Fuck.” - He cursed under his breath, as he finally made it over the crest of that ridge, only to find yet more bloody trees. While in the Falwood this - in and of itself - was not surprising, Ivan had thoroughly been expecting to see some signs of civilization. He'd been fairly sure...

The ritual was complete. Built out of anger she had harbored for far too long. It had aged her beyond self recognition. The bitterness wasn't good for her skin, nor her mind. This effigy was carved from the bones and flesh of those that dare walk the world with annihilation in their step. It...

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...

“I know little about corrupted magic,” Everleigh protested. It was true however, and whatever she did know about one’s magic manifesting in negative ways was sparse compared to what the other proctors must have known. She had never even seen a book detailing corrupted magic, other than it almost...

“No,” Khiiral said in common tongue to the human blacksmith. He had examined the blades offered here extensively and nothing had caught his eye that showed this man had the talent nor skill he was looking for. He heard the blacksmith curse him under his breath, mentioning something about a elf...

It had been three days since the fever started and the cough was only getting worse. Khiiral held his son tight against his chance, patting the toddlers back as soothingly as he could. There was a certain tempo that his wife had which he could never grasp. Needless to say, despite him...

In the distance, rainforest sprawled across the land, the tropical plants a common sight across much of Falwood. Closer to the coast, though, the salt leeching into the soil and the coastal winds left some smaller towns amongst the more sparse forest, surrounded by hardier trees built to...

On the edge of the Falwood, beyond it's Fae courts on the eastern coast the peace was broken by a heavy sigh. Not the sigh of love found or exhaustion (though he had been travelling a day and a night without stopping) but a sigh of great mourning. To the people he was Rhuk Anagg, The Dragon...

Sweet Summer Child Lost deep in the wild. Why do you hide? Why have you cried? No longer feel riled, My arms are open wide. How long had it been since Quacey left his children at home? A few years. No longer babes nor toddlers. Since their birth he had been there for them. His heart consumed...

The clatter of wheels and groan of overloaded axles quite easily drowned out the sounds of nature, the dirt kicked up obscuring the sharp scents of the wilderness. All around trees towered over the narrow road that the half dozen carts rattled down with more than twice that number in men and...

A symphony of howls and barks resounded all around the Falwood. A dozen or more hounds were chasing after one prey, their parted jaws easily picking up their prey’s scent as they bounded through the verdant green of the forest. Bloodhounds and elkhounds and retrievers were leading the hunt...

[Plot change]

[art cred] Lately, it seemed Vel Anir was trying to show off how there was no issues between the Kingdom and the Falwood. Now, anyone with more than three brain cells knew better. From the Brotherhood to the skirmishes along the border, it seemed Vel Anir and Falwood were still giving one...

"There is no place on this world for a being like me" Wild amusement. That's what danced and trotted its way through his mind every time that little thought shot up to his brain for a fraction of a second. Why was that something he constantly felt a need to remind what was left of himself? It...

OUTSKIRTS OF ALYR'SYLINA Soleil couldn't be more excited. She had thought that with the coming of the Republic, missions like this would be no more. And this was a mission like the ones of old. No rules. No compromise. No mercy. Butchery. Two Initiates, of which Soleil was one, had been...