first meetings

"If you say 'try again' one more time, I think I may just let go and take out this whole building with me. What do you say, Proctor Urahil?" Rhidian's patience was unusually thin all morning, and it was not to do with his sleep. A month he had been here, at the Academy, and they had stuck him...

Sunlight peeked through some of the treetops above the wooded road where Ereven had been traveling, down to the dirt path and small scrub below. Trees of various sizes and heights surrounded the elven warrior in his teal mirthril plate armor, towering above him and providing the cover of verdant...

There she ist again, walking barefoot. At least, he could only guess the figure was a she. She glowed too brightly in the sunbeams, draped in translucent cloth that seemed to hang with dampness. Her hair whipped about as she turned her head to check on him, guide him down a path in these...

Caravan duty. It was... one of the least luxurious jobs a squire could be put on. But, Hector supposed he was glad for the opportunity. It was real work, after all. Far from the safety of the Monastery, and it implied that the Captains were beginning to consider him more capable. That or they...

The midday sun crept over the streets of Alliria, the many tall buildings of the Noble's Quarter casting an oppressive shadow over the streets below. Many of these homes were three, four, even five stories tall just for the residences, all of which contained the who's-who of the city. Entire...

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...

Alone again, upon the open road, Cassandra wandered along the winding roads of the Allirian Reach, through farm and field alike. Her gaunt figure, clad in simple clothes and her worn red hair tied into the most functional of buns, must have seemed unimposing to most of the travelers she met...

Coyote breathes in deeply, appreciating the scent of the mountain air, and the tiny little wildflowers wafting up to him as Yorel steps over them. This was the farthest North he'd been, and likely the highest up the Spine he's been as well, given the look of the landscape, and the way the few...