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"Duvstrig." It was early morning at Crobhear Keep and Gabriel Sionoma, the Keep's Warden, was still getting her name wrong. The man looked at the wolf who looked back at him, slowly pinning its ears. "Noh, noh, that's not quite right yet is it... Duvstrike." He thought he was being funny, or...

Northwest of the Spine Entering the Fringelands "Highlands" by Alexander Pohl Fleet paws clipped across mossy terrain, a drifting shadow among a landscape of green beneath an overcast sky. The winds had picked up over the course of the day, bringing the promising smell of rain with them as...

Author's Note: While the title may be written as 'Taming Eretejva', the correct pronunciation is more along the lines of 'Oh, gods above, this place will be the death of me'. Thank you for your consideration. ~*=*~ He had only been in Eretejva for two days, and Faurosk the Clever was already...

The long nights had arrived, leading the tundras into a realm of darkness that was both ethereal and damning. Beneath the light of a full, pale moon the snow-covered landscape gave off an other-worldly glow. Silver incandescence filled the common area of Withereach, interspersed with the warm...