slice of life

"Thank you for staying open, Mister Ingold. I am so sorry for keeping you." The well-dressed man sounded grateful, abashed, and awash with relief as he clutched a lustrous, moonlit bouquet. The large lilies glimmered with a pearlescent sheen and rested in a bed of white yarrow so pale the...

A slice of life RP set in a Elbionese village situated in the foothills of the Seret Mountains. Marrowa Village. For some additional lore details, Marrowa Village is a common rest-stop for adventurers and monster hunters heading up or from the Seret Mountains seeking their fortunes. While it is...

It wasn't much but it was theirs. For beings who had known nothing more than the darkness and evil that lurked beneath Vel Anir, a horror reserved for its peoples dirty secrets, the tiny thatched cottage the oddball family had found themselves was... paradise. Sure the roof leaked and Kasimir...

Her mind was scattered. It can't be helped, Raea thought. Cold winter air burned in her lungs. Her fingers were cold to the touch but Rysorian's blade stayed with her. It was as if it had become a vice, something to anchor her to reality. She had always been attacked by monsters in a way that...

DAY ONE You have one week, Initiate Pirian. One week! One week! Just seven days to discover a whole new spell from her magic, practice it, and use it in a spar with another Initiate and win with it. Proctor Magomo often asked of her to overcome things which she thought insurmountable, he...

“Well, I guess it is tiresome to keep up the stockpile. He goes through them like a camel drinking water,” Proctor Palahniuk said rather reluctantly, staring up at the ceiling. Everleigh was quiet, giving the proctor some time to think things over before she spoke again. “I’d go with him to...

Desi woke with a start. They were falling! They slept in the rafters where a platform and ladder allowed her to hang in a plush captains hammock she had recovered from an old pirate ship. It was a really cozy bed. But this also meant rolling out of bed would result in a nasty fall. All of...

“I know what you’re all thinking,” Everleigh said, hands on her hips and that deadly excitement clear across her fair features. “‘Evie, what do you possibly have that would make me want to play something like this?’ Well for one,” she pulled out a decent sack of coin. It had taken her a year to...

Art by Loanne Rosset It was a quieter day at the knoll, and Hector was glad that Roki was in charge of the meal prep today. "What's for lunch?" The young squire asked his orc counterpart. Marta Nael Roki, normally bright eyed and energetic, seemed tired, and like he would rather be...

I reveled in her free agency, her simple choice to descend from on high and make a king of a pauper like me. My fingers traced currents and eddies on her shoulder as moonlight danced across us through the cracks in our ramshackle home. How could I have been so lucky? The lust for power that...

Never let Proctor Magomo find you idling around. Even if it was a free period. As it happened, Kristen Pirian, along with a couple other initiates, got spotted by Proctor Magomo whilst having a small chat. Even the words "small" and "chat" were generous--they'd barely even said a few words to...

Outside Vel Anir - Dreadlord Academy Edric sat on the edge of the central courtyard, a rock bouncing in his palm as he stared ahead. His eyes were practically glazed over, staring through the dozens of combatants arrayed against one another. Most of them were his age, or around there, some...

Marrowa Village, a backwater town in the foothills of the eastern Seret Mountains under the rulership of an Elbion noble. They are a simple hardworking people, major exports including crops and livestock, ores from the mountain mining and various local crafted trinkets. This village often serves...

The dull light of dawn filtered through a large window. Charity lay in bed, arms behind her head and a grin on her face. She had just returned home after a nighttime heist on the docks with her small gang who called themselves the Imps. Under the advice and guidance of her father Gilgamesh...

Tink! Tink! Wulfric wasn’t supposed to be here. Dreadlords were battlemages, not crafts-man. But even dreadlords had days off. For apprentices like him, it was sup-posed to be once a week until a mentor was assigned, then it was under thementor’s discretion. In reality it had...