falwood

Just Outside Falwood The door to the Tramping Pony swung open and a tall figure entered. The dim lantern light of the interior cast shadows on his face, revealing the scars that webbed across pale skin. He had gray eyes, like steel, and hair the color of a fox pelt, which was soaked and matted...

"No, no! I'm not here to fight!" Hath lowered his head and kept his hands by his sides. His palms were facing the band of orcs ahead of him to show that he was unarmed. It was a typical posture among the orcs to show a lack of aggression. The band ahead were on edge. They had clearly been in a...

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 ...

The young Banick noble waited for one of the apprentice Dreadlords to arrive as added escort for his excursion to Alliria. A shipment of Cat's Paw ale along with some financial paperwork to sign over for a lasting contract not only for the continued shipments but further business with him had...

Each step had been measured. Counted. And calculated. He knew the distance from the entrance to the pillar he was currently standing at, the time it took for him to cross that very distance if he walked at an even stride. Judging how heavy the item before him was, he even calculated the...

All the other children had slipped away. At least that was what Mara told herself inwardly. Gone home to their parents, those mystical creatures that she neither had nor understood very well. In truth, there were a great many things that the tall redheaded woman did not understand. The story of...

Bruk was lost. Not that this was much of an issue for the Orc, he didn't exactly have a set destination. Indeed, after Forest Gump had finally escaped the Ixchel Wilds he had picked a direction and just started walking. If there was an obstacle, he went around it*. If there was food around, he...

we set up camp on the edge of falwood the city of furless still in site. using distortion magic here would only attract attention and moving into falwood would put us at a disadvantage a night attack is not an option do to the amount of soldiers i brought "my lord is this not a difficult...

Faerlin had been gently, but firmly told by her superiors that she needed to take some time off. It had been the result of a long string of incidents that led to this moment, so the paladin couldn't put her finger on exactly had been the straw that forced her captain’s hand. It might have to do...

The young halfling had only been travelling with the caravan for a triplet of days, yet he already felt more at home on the road than he had at any point in his previous nineteen years. The crowd of travelers was more diverse than he would have imagined, boasting just over thirty members of all...

Dark clouds, pregnant and ready to burst, had been gathering for days as she travelled ever eastward. That affinity if hers for the weather said it would come, a deluge that might turn the road - barely two ruts cut through a narrow lane between trees - into a mire. The humid air had been...

The sun was low to the horizon, and as it dipped lower and lower it cast the world in syrupy golden light, sharp shadows a strong contrast to the light slanting over distant mountains. Broadleaf trees stood among sparse firs at this altitude, far below the treeline and even further from the...

Clarissa Mejeure would never admit it. But she loved fucking elves. It just felt so wrong. So dirty, given what she and the Luminari believed. And that made it fiercely exciting. The taboo of it. And not just elves, though they were her favorite. Orcs. Dwarves. Xenos of all kinds. Thrilling. Oh...

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...

She scowled at the man that sat across the table from her, glass of red wine in hand. Her mood was not improved by the fact that she could barely see over the top of the table, and had to crane her neck to look the fellow in they eyes. "You do not understand," the man began for the sixth...

Of all the things to run into out in the wildlands, a wildcat was not precisely what she had imagined when she woke up that morning. A normal cat - a puma, perhaps, or a tiger, she could see. Maybe. But not the four hundred pounds of striped, enraged feline that was hot on her tail, spitting...

Deep in the Falwoods… The company of soldiers trudged along the worn trails between the oaks and pines with forlorn weariness, their chests heaving slow, steady breaths. Those on foot were particularly worn, as one could tell by their slouching appearances and low cast gazes. Their chain mail...

(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...