sey'kube

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    Open Chronicles Through the golden ages to a bright present and future

    Common copies of books and scrolls lined the library open to the public, but the true gems of literature were stored deep within the antiquitarium. For many, that place was forbidden, not from any sense of entitlement or neglect of education for the common folk, but because the general public...
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    Completed Do the stars look back when we gaze at them?

    Within the walled gardens of Sey'Kube. One hour past midnight, 1st of Seagrass, spring. The sky would not yet show its brightest lights. Tame gazelles pranced in the night, their eyes glistening gold when hit by candle-light; while the many golden peacocks have long gone asleep in the low...
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    Fable - Ask Path of Miracles

    Hope would not dwindle. While other cities would, in despair toss afflicted outside their gates, shun them and cover them in bells and outlandish garbs to forever announce their plight to the others. In Sey'Kube they were given shelter. Since gathered from all around the region, whether they...
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    Completed When the day goes dark

    There weren't many days in the year in which Sey'Kube was as beautiful as today. Decorated to the brim in flowers and blossoms, banners and flags, with blue and golden peacocks freely walking among visitors. It was quite a sight to behold in the otherwise mundane wasteland of Amol-Kalit. The...
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    Private Tales Unlikely Meetings

    Azrana, leaning against an arcade with crossed over arms gazed upon the two soldiers. The moment their eyes met, the blue ogre nodded his head, and the two were quick to rally towards him. The evening was cast in a brilliant lapis lazuli blue and embroidered in golden stars. The cold breeze...
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    Open Chronicles Among the Solemn Grove of Honeyed Dreams

    (this is a peaceful rp for the moods, ok?) Midnight in Sey'Kube. The garrisons. To break things which cannot be fixed. A child of no more than three wailed upon a grave. Too young to understand, too young to truly feel. So the elders would have said; too young to remember, too young to truly...