falwood

Violetta’s day had been a normal one. Several logs chopped into firewood. Deer, rabbit, and fish hunted. The children in her village had been checked on and sent to their studies. She let out a happy sigh and put her fists on her hips as a notice of a job well done. Gods she was good at the shit...

Falwood Coast It had been several weeks since hostilities had began renewed along the Cortosi Coast with the Empire. Aniria had called for all manner of navies flying their banner, they even went so far as to hire the fleets of Jarl Rhogar of Vel Ragnarra. Tied up with skirmishes to the...

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2e/49/24/2e4924b92e5e12fb789d40ce07dba67b.jpg She happened upon a patch of wildflowers and stopped to examine what was growing. There was a small mat of red clover, which she pulled by the root. It took some care, but she managed to clean off all the little clumps...

Stir did the wilds as the the breeze flowed through the trees and set all the leaves to shimmer and shake. Bough and branch swayed, at the edge of the ancient forest, where light still spilled through canopy and poured gold upon clearing and glade. Still, in parts of that ancestral growth...

The evening came with what seemed to her to be an unusual chill. But she admitted to herself that this could very well be normal, and so did her best to silence any uncertainty that dwelt within. Though she'd come to remember her name, and a few faces without their own, there was much that still...

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...

The sun shone down on the small meadow in the middle of the wood elven village, the homes and markets bustling high above in the treetops. Roza and her elder sister, Junipett, were playing in that meadow, the light casting a golden halo down on their heads. Junipett was 30 years of age to Roza’s...

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the road less traveled b The weaved its way through the trees leaving a slight tickle on Arbane Thesalor's skin. His hand reached out toward a stretch of tall grass that ran along next to the road that he found himself on. The grass in front of him...

Several weeks of marching and what did they have to show for it? Nothing. Nothing but sore feet, blisters and sunburn. Having called a halt for the day, Captain Agatha of the Blackshields marched into her quarters with a look of quiet dismay written upon her face. Several weeks of slow-going had...

This wasn't supposed to be a hard day. Travel from point a to point b, it should've just been a nice little walk through the woods. Unfortunately, the spirit of the forest didn't agree with his supposition. Shaky fingers bent into a sign against evil, as he hopped off of his horse, Falstaff...

Falwood - Fal’Raheal, The Town Square Zulryn Oknu The sun gleamed fairly this morning in Fal’Raheal, uninhibited by any measure of cloud. Merchants served their clients, families roamed in the will of solace; a scene endowed in peace and diversified through its multi-cultural resonance...

The carts stood in the road, their contents untouched. If not for the complete lack of people near to hand, it wouldn't have been near so odd, or so patently creepy. The sun shone high overhead, but the thick canopy of the trees prevented the majority of the brilliant light from reaching the...

Ayel Anen - The Falwood Liliana sat atop her steed with an expression of pure and utter boredom. They had been riding for what felt like weeks now, though the reality was more like like five or six days. Most of it had been easy going, only because the Carriage at the center of their party had...

“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 Council of Mevenua, Tarnossia, Falwood Early Afternoon Even in the height of summer, the heat of the sun seemed to dissipate amongst the trees of the Falwood. So while Mevenua was sometimes uncomfortably warm while the season was at its peak, there was never any true discomfort amongst the...

Swaying gently. Back and forth. Back and forth. Kristen Pirian's eyes opened slowly, her vision clouded and out of focus. There was a soreness on the side of her head, some blood in her hair. Her ponytail dangled, the tip of it pointing down to the ground some thirty feet below. One of her...

From the treeline it was obvious that someone had returned to the farmstead. It hadn't been Arwylvs troupe either. They wouldn't have left the doors wide open to every house and barn. The Dreadlord must have come with more than one helper and they had been sent tracing Arwyl's path. They...

In the heart of the Falwood, trees towered higher than some of the tallest buildings you might find in other realms. The thick canopy allowed only so much sunlight to the forest floor below, and such a forest held many dark and terrible secrets. It also held life: here you would find the home of...

Beams of broken sunlight poured down through the canopy of the Falwood, brilliant shafts casting a warm glow upon the leaf-strewn forest floor. The air whispered in soft, gentle breezes that rustled the treetops. The air smelled crisp, with the slight, sweet tang of decay that lurked beneath...

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...