the spine

  1. Eren'thiel Xyrdithas

    Private Tales Light and Fire

    Winter. Its chill was often anything but an embrace to most. To Erën, at least to a degree, it was. Many of his years had been spent in these northern lands, and he had grown to appreciate much of what it offered. The cold was often one of those things. He closed a door quietly behind him, and...
  2. Vayden

    Fable - Ask Of Fog and Fury

    The air was heavy today with chill and mist. Fog hung so thick it was surprising a dark scaled draconian’s breath didn’t make it dance and flow. That man, by the name of Vayden, wondered idly if his heart fire would do the trick. With no one nearby to discourage his curious thought he let it...
  3. Quacey

    Private Tales Near the Edge Yet Already Falling

    Weep Cry Mourn Life to Death Death to Rebirth Quacey sighed as he reread his most recent poem. Morbid. It was too morbid. Was he still shaken from before? Memories of that event still danced in and out of his dreams. Both the waking ones and those while asleep. So much had happened in such a...
  4. Vayden

    LFG 1x1 Sad Dragon Needs Friends

    Vayden has had a tough time of it lately and could use some acquaintances or friends! Enemies are good too. Oh-oh and deadly encounters could be fun! Maybe even drama? I'm looking for a handful of interested players to help Vayden get a grip on the board and guide his decisions with epic...
  5. Vayden

    Fate - First Reply Show Me What's Beyond the Sky

    Upon the chilly slopes of the spine stood a large dark draconian. Vayden stared into the cool midday sky his gaze filled with fire as his mind wrestled with existential problems. The loss of everything he once thought crucial for life had caused him to question a lot of his beliefs. These...
  6. Vayden

    Private Tales The Price of Freedom

    Amidst the cold peaks of The Spine swooped a pair of draconians. There was nothing elegant about the sight in the light of the purple morning sky. The early sun rays shown clear on a seen of struggle and determination. One female draconian named Lessa lay in the arms of the other, a male named...
  7. Quacey

    Private Tales A Mountain and a Dog

    An acorn tumbles down. The squirrels via for it. A tale to end in a frown. Lacking any humor or wit. Yet another tumbles down. The squirrels lose it. Up it sprouts and grows, Till it is a mighty oak. So this tale goes. Fading slowly as smoke. Quacey had been finding himself spending more time...
  8. Luella Balsinde

    Private Tales Waiting For Something to Undo These Feelings

    The faint chirping of birds could be heard, the slight rays of silver peeking through, illuminating the dewdrops that had bloomed from the night’s cool air. There was a sweetness in the air, crisp like pears yet fragrant like water lilies. All of this was brought to Luella’s attention as she...
  9. Gerard Montefort

    Private Tales The Sign of the Lindwurm

    Gerard Montefort was doing two things at this moment he normally wouldn't do. First, he was riding a horse through the forests and treacherous mountain paths of The Spine. He hated riding horses; they made too much noise and were too easily seen, two things he'd learned to treat with prejudice...
  10. Luella Balsinde

    Private Tales Deep and Dark and Dangerous

    The Spine. Such a strange name to name a land, in Luella’s opinion it was almost brutish. While she could understand how it received such a name, she couldn’t quite comprehend why it stuck for years upon years. Personally, she would never like to say that she lived near the spine. Not like those...
  11. Asuego 'Susanna'

    Shivers Event The Grimere Haunting

    Fallowed fields were rummaged through by famished pigs and cows with scars upon their flanks. Barely a crop was left intact as if the farmers left in a hurry. Even the forests in the distance, far beyond the arable land appeared dull and lifelessly brown, barely able to hide a looming keep that...
  12. Phaedra

    Open Chronicles The Threat of Dawn

    As the sun sets, You shall take your true form... Phaedra gave a soft gasp as the fiery feathers of a phoenix gave way to limbs that were far less alien. It wasn't a painful transformation per see but it was a shock to the body to go from something so small as her natural body to that of a...
  13. Flint

    Open Chronicles The Lost Relic

    Far off in the hills there was a cave. It had been over a century since man had first foot inside, though their part in carving out its vast tunnels and chasms was significant. It was said that an ancient town existed deep inside, constructed by a people who had been shunned by those above...
  14. Maranae

    Open Chronicles Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

    Dead silence hung on the air. It should not have been so; the mountains to the east, climbing and piercing the heavens themselves, should have been a place where myriad animals lived and yet, for all that the forest actually encroached on the little village of Heath, nary a bird sang. No crows...
  15. Geladryx

    Open Chronicles To sour the Earth

    Eastern Sayve River Outskirts of the Spine, near the border of the Allir Reach The Uz Moddad had come to the banks of the river. The Orcs numbered at least two-score, herding captives from various raids conducted in the Spine and the outskirts of the Allir Reach where the Orcs had ambushed...
  16. Geladryx

    Open Chronicles Blood in the Ironwood

    Eastern Allir Reach transitioning into the Spine The Ironwood, as it was known existed on the outskirts where the Allir Reach transformed into the Spine. The Trees were old here, tall and towering they loomed imperiously over the land existing beneath a canopy of evergreen. On a good day...
  17. Cuthwyrd

    Fate - First Reply From Whom the Mountains Toll

    Ancient and vast were the peaks and vales of the Spine where silence sat like a mist that dissipates only when the sun was at its peak. Few were the trails and paths that threaded their way through the highest ridges and fewer still those bold enough to trace the paths along where the land and...
  18. Eren'thiel Xyrdithas

    Private Tales Amid Winter's Chill

    The days had grown cooler, and shorter. More and more the Sun was hidden behind an overcast sky, and snow fell from above. Like today. Sat atop a horse-drawn carriage, layered in white furs, Erën took a moment to turn his eyes up. He never tired of watching the snow fall gently like this, and...
  19. Bog Woman

    Private Tales Bodies in the bog

    Cold air hung over the bog. Patches of mist moved slowly over this flat area. People used to live around here. As seen by the presence of pieces of wood and planks sticking here, and there. Sometimes set up as a safe path through the bog. The bog, where a patch of moss is a fake safety and with...
  20. Mo'gosh Stormson

    Open Chronicles Breaking A Spine

    "Back off beast!" The pink-skin's demand sounded more like a squealing pig's plea to Mog'osh. The Stormcaller flicked his tongue across his tusks in a show of intimidation. The merchant-human-thing's eyes widened with realization at the gesture. His panicked eyes darted to the two equally human...