quick write

Money? Easy to get. Just steal it. Or loot from dead body. And money made simple transactions more convenient. Vast majority of merchants were not like Douglass Mueller. All he had to do was sell her his chameleon. He didn't. So she took it. But that was neither here nor there. What was here...

Hosten's was less your average smithy and more a place of artistry, if one considered armors to be works of art. And with the backing of the renowned blacksmith and entrepreneur James Hosten himself, it was hard not to. Other blacksmiths throughout Vel Anir could pump out gambesons, chain mail...

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...

Soleil Verdane was trapped. The young Dreadlord Initiate, as could be imagined, was having a bad day. This bad day had its seeds planted three days prior. A mission gone wrong, enemy forces of the elven Fellowship stronger than expected, many Anirian Guardsmen dead or routed. Dreadlords and...

THE ACADEMY TRAINING GROUNDS "I'm not too worried about it," Zael said, spinning his sword around in his hand. It was the last day before graduation for the senior class of the Academy. The dying light of the sun was in the west. Surprisingly, it had been a day devoid of much for them to do...

Beauty had a magic all its own, the ability to enrapture for a time those who beheld it and took into their hearts a true appreciation of it. Gulfs of time existed on either side of such a moment, past woes assuaged and future worries muted. A small, ephemeral paradise was there to be had for...

Home. Both familiar and not. The cataclysmic rise of the Great One Neha had broken and tortured the land upon which Bhathairk rested. And even though her fellow tribesorcs had done much to rebuild, still, to Zeri Rekani it was painful to know that travelers who had never visited Bhathairk...

It's early. Soft eastern light coming in through the window early. The bed in this Allirian Inn is warm and comfortable. Then. "Hi." There's a young human woman sitting on the edge of the bed. She's looking. Grinning. Holding a pan with something on it in her hand. The room door behind her is...

"YOU!" Yes, you. Visha pointed her finger. Right at them! There could be no mistaking it! That person right there. Right over there! Oh what a fluke of fate! After all this time, running into her RIVAL from the College here of all places! See, Visha wanted to peek into one of those mage...

(Basically two characters get stuck in the same carriage for a ride through part of Alliria. This is a quick write. To accommodate slower writers you can make a brief ooc post to reserve the spot, and edit the post after the fact.) Elra dropped the last herbs into her basket. The lesser...

So there's this hospital in Alliria. Called Metisa's Commune of Grace and Healing. Not too big, not too small, not too full either--not a whole lot of the sick or injured, nor even travelers or street-dwellers who were just looking for a place to stay the night. And it was quiet. Or. It was...

It wasn't that he needed to, it was because he wanted to. Kade Anvar had come to Annuakat all the way from Ragash. Which, for a seasoned adventurer might not be a long way, but for Kade? It was the single longest journey for his life. You really got an idea of the sheer scale of the Empire by...

The library was a confusing place, and Hahnah was lost within it. In her wanderings through the Kingdom of Oban, she had chanced across the large town of Marsden Obani. Situated along the main inland trade route from Elbion to Oban proper, Marsden Obani had within it a notable library that many...

Wild thoughts ran through Istra Lejeune's mind as she lay defeated on the floor. That she had chosen the wrong time and place. That she had underestimated her target. That she had not only failed her mission but also that this may well be her last night on Arethil. The Grand Council had been...

He knew what he had to do. Trajan Meng, embattled and beleaguered, had made his way back to Vel Anir. This after an ordeal that nearly claimed his life in Alliria. This after he had seen everything he worked for, everything he believed in, come crashing down around him in an instant. His hope...

So Trajan Meng has been a xenophobe for nearly his whole life. A full-blooded Anirian through and through once he served in the good ol' AG. He even founded his own human supremacist organization. But times have changed for him, and Trajan has good reason to think that he may well have been...

Heike Eisen awoke with a start. She sat straight up, cognizance in this immediate waking moment like a distant campfire seen in the night. How did she get here? Why had she been sleeping? Things she did not yet know or remember. What was soon became aware of: She was in a bed; white sheets...

The Chamber of Lessat. A small, underground ruin in the foothills of the Seret Mountains. Though hundreds of years old, unremarkable for the most part--already explored and catalogued by the College. Yet Istra was here now, having come back after deciphering some old texts and piecing together...

'Twas a splendid day. Gorgeous, in fact. Why, the sun was out and the Reach was in the beautiful bloom of vibrant green and the blue of the sky and of the stream matched perfectly. And, oh yes, another raid pulled off to perfection. Well, so long as one plays loosely with the strictness of the...

The death of a dream is a terrible thing to endure. Yet Trajan found himself suffering this very fate. Here now in a jail within Alliria, not the prison wherein he was certain to go, but mingled in with the drunks and louts and minor offenders and those likewise awaiting conviction, separated...