liadain

OUTSIDE THE WAYWARD REST Rain poured in relentless sheets, silvery against the light of the pale moons. In defiance of the night slim orange lights from inside the Wayward Rest issued forth. The inn was one of many of its kind in the vicinity of the thin arms of land to the west and east of...

The westering sun cast the red-orange cloak of evening across the sky. Along the border road which held the first reaches of the Falwood to its left and the great expanses of the plains of the Aberresai Savannah to its right, a lone figure rode on horseback toward the setting sun. Her shadow was...

EPRESSA Shadows bend and break under the moonlight, taking shape and form to wander and search. A spell gone wrong, and the shadows come to claim. Stories of shadowed figures making their way towards Alliria have been surfacing, and it isn't until such whispers and fear reach the small...

Yaegir Den: Artenhild "Not much of a Yaegir's Den, this," Garrod said as his boots thud against the earthen floor. The greybeard sat at a table laughed, singular and harsh. "Suppose it aint," his two eyes, one dark, one milky, looked up to regard the tall man, kitted and strapped as he was...

To Bashrahip Mustafa Junnal, Priestess Marta Maisal reports that she has entered the town of Exeter, north of the Falwood of Liadain. Already have I encountered several Letai in my travels, yet (sadly, I will add) none have been receptive to the flame of Jura and the light of Regel. Ajam ways...

Short in the tooth of night beneath the cackling of fires set at the side of the road sat Aldebaran. Starlight filtered the breath of the moons, light and pale above. Tails of smoke kissed the air between boughs of conversation; quiet voices all, with occasional laughter breaking the awkward...

This is a lore discussion/plotting spot for archeology, but it's also a lil bit of ooc for a thread that is not there yet. I'll link to it when it's here. So... (Note that the name mixup existed since the town first appeared and is very well embraced because it makes the Lore of the place...

One fixture above all, primeval in its origin, had the enduring power to bond people together, and this fixture was a campfire on a cold night. Yes, it is true. Not all strangers who entered the orange glow of a campfire were of the friendly sort. Such were the perennial imperfections of the...

Not a single person saw Edison slip into the cracked foundation that was Elliot's clinic, which was honestly probably one of the more solid buildings in the subterranean ruins. Staggering, unsteady, and with his face set grim and sullen, he likely should have caught a few eyes. Hardly being much...

Morri's Oddities. A secluded mansion and shop, north of Elbion and close to the Gulf of Liad. A store for things one wants. A store for things one doesn't. Behold the menagarie of things you never knew you always wanted, things you never knew you would shy from. There's a bit of yourself in...

August, Year 369 Amol-Kalit / Owain d'Athée / On the deck of a boat "You are being paid handsomely to protect me, are you sure these children are up to the task?" The swarthy man who had asked the question look pensive as he said it, stalking back and forth on the deck of the flat bottomed...