slice of life

Petra knelt beside Norvyk just outside the ring of the Monastery's empty training grounds; the afternoon sun casting long shadows over the sandy courtyard and baking the back of her neck while she worked. Her storm dragon’s emerald scales shimmered in the light, flashing like jewels where she...

Now, Perrine was not one to be dramatic, but she was sure that the crowds today were larger and busier than yesterday. It was the day after the tournament, and Alliria seemed to be filled with people milling about the streets. She was thankful for her tall stature, for it became hard to pinpoint...

The day started early in the Kubo household. Like all in the Lower District it was a humble abode of only a few rooms that led onto the shop of the family store, a botanists. Takashi always woke early, especially on this day of the year. It was a special day in more ways than one. He plodded...

The kitchens of the Academy seemed to have seen many passable dishes, but over the course of several months, each week if all three were present on Academy grounds, Houri and Thraah and Livia would meet here with a new recipe of cake to bake. In these times, they have failed and triumphed...

The Monastery's kitchens were a hubbub of controlled chaos, a symphony of clinking utensils and the comforting hiss of pans atop the roaring fires. In the heart of this organized mayhem, Farren found herself amidst the bustling warmth, the faint aroma of bread mingling with the savory scent of...

Jahára, flanked by her faithful lioness Sarabi and her stalwart guard Taqi, waded into Seluca's vibrant bazaar, where an extravagant array of sights and scents greeted them. Rows of stalls stretched endlessly, draped in an opulent display of spices in every imaginable shade – saffron, turmeric...

Early spring Down in the bowels of the Knoll, in the kitchens after the morning rush, suds bubbled and popped and gathered about in little clusters of froth amidst a washbin. Green hands worked a bristly scrub with and a splash. The drainage was corked, and Roki was glad the soap was scented...

Amidst the quiet charm of Astenvale, nestled in a cozy corner of the town square, lay the Wyvern's Nest. Its welcoming atmosphere was a sanctuary for those who sought refuge from the crispness of the fall morning. The clouds hung low, whispering promises of rain, yet the day didn't bear the...

In the Shallows of Alliria there had stood for decades a public house of healing, run by a long line of witches whose sole focus was on aiding the poor and underserved of the district. It had been a wooden home on a stone foundation, always threatening to sink into the mire, accessible by the...

A glance left, a glance right. A long ear bobbed, a shortened ear twitched. No one in sight. No one he could hear. He blinked, felt his cheeks full with blood. Felt his head hot and abuzz. Stomach tight and giddy with the tension of a nervous laugh. Suppressed it to a pleased little smile...

The army moved slowly. From the skies it looked like a swollen snake that wound it's way slowly through the vast Falwoods. Elves of all kinds including Aerai and Avariels, humans, dwarves, orcs - even a few giants - marched together under various colourful banners that stood out against the...

The army moved slowly. From the skies it looked like a swollen snake that wound it's way slowly through the vast Falwoods. Elves of all kinds including Aerai and Avariels, humans, dwarves, orcs - even a few giants - marched together under various colourful banners that stood out against the...

Ssshh... be quiet, the Proctors could hear us. Me? You're the one jabbering on! Oh do shut up Vayu! Well I never, I was just pointing out that this is absolutely ridiculous when there was a perfectly good ra-- We're never eating rat again! We're OUT - remember?! Houri paused on the last...

Art: Forest from MTG by Jonas De Ro The woods around Astenvale were, for the most part, safe. Especially along the well trodden trails. Where many a member of the order trekked and trained. Roki among their number. Oft, a knight sworn, who pulled the short straw when it came to Monastery...

https://i.imgur.com/A5IFpIc.pngThe Last Chance Inn - Alliria No one and everyone at the same time knew the Last Chance Inn on the corner of Telford Street. At one time or another the Tavern had been visited by a cousin or a friend of a friend or someone else vaguely known. It was a topic of...

The Last Chance Inn "A drink?!" Ennio exclaimed, his head shaking with an untold bewilderement. "Madame, not only can I get you a drink. I can get you the perfect drink." As he spoke the woman in front of him looked utterly dubious. She wore a silk gown that cost more than mound of treasure...

The winding trails between the similarly elder undergrowth that dominated the Ixchel Wilds. Insects of every variety seemed to swarm and congregate within the space allowed by the vibrant and virulent growth of vines and low hanging branches. Even the floor of the woods that he traveled saw but...

There was always somethin about finding one of Lucy's eggs hidden away neath one of the countless nooks and hideyholes the old hen liked to roost in, aboard the Lucky Star. A regular ol' game of chance. Was it good? Had it spoiled? No way of really knowing from the outside. Less you floated it...

On the Northeastern coast of the Iuk-'u Delta was a tiny settlement of wooden homes and moldy shacks, a pitiful excuse for a port to small to even be called a village. Port Iuk rarely had visitors this time of year, existing largely as an entry point for scavengers, those that seek out relics...

Masika looked up at the sun, the rays catching the golden undertone of her warm brown skin, her brown irises flaring into a pool of amber for a split second until a triumphant shout caught her attention. She looked back down at the playing field. Or rather, the construction site that wasn’t...