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ELBION COLLEGE (during the events of Pinnacle) Deal's a deal. The Department of Acquisitions had a top-tier expedition about to set out to the Seret Mountains, and for Zael, the only way he could get onto it was with the help of three College Students: Gierliadel, Herrim, and Yuna. The first...

Annuakat The Broken Duct Field Midday "Step up! Step up!" Cried Ralian Thorpe the Rambler. His gurdy twisting in his fingers as he called out to a group in a field near the walls of Annuakat. The droning tone of the spinning wheel on the strings worked its way passed the crowd at the...

Vel Acan -Eromir Arenahttps://images2.imgbox.com/a1/f2/Sqy8CFyg_o.png Team: Crimson Drakes Roll: 9 Mieri leaned down, softly running her fingers through the grass as she looked around and marveled at the arena they found themselves in. When all of this had started she had never really...

"No," said Caeso. The Guard Captain, Warren Odal, smiled thinly to the big Initiate sat before him. "I'm afraid you don't have any choice." Fifteen minutes ago, Caeso had been walking to the Proctors' Building, a place which once inspired fear in every Initiate. It still did, but not as much...

The dull light of dawn filtered through a large window. Charity lay in bed, arms behind her head and a grin on her face. She had just returned home after a nighttime heist on the docks with her small gang who called themselves the Imps. Under the advice and guidance of her father Gilgamesh...

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...

The pickpocket, burglar and all around no good, rotten bastard known as Urchin was feeling rather content with himself today. Sure, he was homeless, shoeless and what clothes he did have were ragged, patched and several sizes too large from him on account of being snatched off some poor sap's...

Her lungs burned and her legs ached. Even though it was cool, sweat still slid down her face, plastering blonde wisps of hair to skin. She just had to get to the line. But it was still far. Too far. For the millionth time she wished she was fae. Then she’d be faster. So much faster...

Maton was dancing around in a pub, mid day. The overwhelming smell of booze and swet caused by the armoured fellows there to grab a cheap drink just to have the day pass. Barely lit up by some candles and supposedly magic from the extremely fatigued thin barkeeper. Cloaked people standing alone...

Malphias Kala liked stealing crowns. There was something about the prestige of it that she well and truly enjoyed. Kings, Emperors, hell even whatever the fuck a Duke wore on his head was good enough for her. Most of the time they weren't even the most valuable thing in the place, but there...