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Hello There! After my extensive Hiatus, I have returned and have posted an Open Chronicle! I want to start getting my character some footing in Arethil and get him into the school of magic in Elbion where he's had a bit of precedence already. The thread is here if you have any Questions feel...

More fighters for the cause. That was why Elliot was here in the far southeast of Dalriada, somewhere in the midpoint between Alliria and Oban proper. The coast of the Allirian Strait itself was a good arrow-shot away from where he and five freewomen lay in ambush. It was hot, and the afternoon...

Crossroad Mire - A Lone Dock "But you'll like, be back right?" Raphael had asked the ferryman whose face had been cloaked in shadow and silence during their entire trip. The being who'd brought him here still did not speak, yet instead turned his oar to travel away from the dilapidated pier he...

A black horse bearing a rider clad in a loose, flowing black robe with a pointed witch's hat approached the small, unassuming village of Loring in the Allirian Reach. The heat was unbearable, especially for those used to more temperate climes, as crops were beginning to wilt and wither, and the...

Alliria - The Singing Seamstress Filth. Utterly. Disgusting. Horrid. Filth. The people of the overbright reminded him of garbage dumps back outside the Endless City. The sort of places goblins would scurry about and dig through in order to find one thing that might be a little more shiny and...

Through the mist a silhouette made way among the swampy terrain, the soft steps through puddles and over bodies is all that is heard. Meaningless beings- The wind whispered, Phallendarr had ran into uncooperative pirates whilst transversing through the bog. Phallendarr tried to warn them, but...

Eret Truil Isle - South of The Tundra A perpetual storm hung over the Island ahead, it's massive ice cliffs looming high up in the sky like a bulwark. The clouds above it seemed to swirl and loom, strikes of lightning reaching down to touch the ice below at a constant rate. No waves rocked the...

The Arcane Nexus... At least, that's what Selina called them. Junctions that peppered Arethil at every crossing of the lay lines, the magic that permeates the world. Each junction varies in power depending on how many lay lines cross in that particular area. These Nexus nearly always form a...

A letter arrives at the doors of the Knights Anathaeum, sealed with bronze wax with the symbol of a blade. Within the following is written in flowing hand: To The Knights Anathaeum, Defenders of the Vale and the Ways of the Fae, Holders of Traditions Ancient, Nature Born, and Magnanimous...

Vinra - Allir Reach The wheels of the wagon turned, and turned. The sound of them bumping against the misaligned cobbles seemed an almost constant racket, one that had followed him for he had no idea how many miles. He'd hated it at first, then come to love it, then returned to hatred once...

This art belongs to me, please do not use without permission Raea was never fond of crowds. It wasn’t that she didn’t like people—no. She loved people, for all their complexities. People did not like her very much, she decided. She was a strange, golden-eyed girl. Too pretty to be beautiful...

Amroe This was a city of desperation. A city of prosperity. A city of misery. A city of industry. Smoke seemed to hang within the air, the thick and acrid emission of dozens upon dozens of what the locals dubbed 'Factories". Amroe was the first of it's kind in this world, the first to have...

Andrei pressed his digits against the tabletop's smooth surface, running each fingertip across the smooth, wooden surface. Hours had gone by in waiting, and he grew increasingly bored, if not concerned for the well-being of his soon-to-be guest. "Goodness, he is taking a while." A sigh...

The clamber of hooves against the dirt path that steadily became more and more overgrown was like a relaxing drumbeat to Orion's ears, the sound of live crunching against the grass and roots that encroached upon the once busy road was a nostalgic reminder of the trips to and from his...

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The door to the archives crashed open as Charity entered in her usual chaotic manner. "Ah, Ms. Briarthorne. How are you?" Cleo greeted her warmly. "Its nice to see-" Charity spun to face Cleo as she began to speak. "Where's Gwen?!" she demanded. "She's out back in the archives," Cleo spat...

"You're horrible, ya know that Selina?" "Shut up!" "I mean, what did they do to deserve this?" "Shut up!" "And now look at us... We're running through the fricken woods being chased by a bunch of meat heads?!" "I said shut up!" Selina jumped over a log as she bolted headlong through the forest...

At a glance, Lapis looked like an ordinary man. However, the glowing necklace he held dear still concerned the lad in his prime. With a sigh, he grabbed his bag and headed out. "Take care lad, I've grown quite accustomed to your stat here." "Don't be sad Mr. Bishop, I promised I'd come back and...