the spine

[art cred] Before anything could be done, they were falling. The cold got even colder, even more glacial than it had been before as they fell off the ravine. It felt like every nerve had been stung by a Ixchel Wylds Sap Wasp, this cold so cold it felt almost hot and searing. Yet there was that...

Yaegir Den: Tartorum East of the Wda Fork Old boards creaked under pack-laden weight. "Yaegir," came the greeting from behind the bar. Few were gathered about the Yaegir's Den. Haggard faces and tired eyes. They carried cold iron and wore worn leathers. They nursed drinks and swapped...

Mission: Flame Keeper Priority: Medium Rank: Squire Operatives: Tandems of sworn and accompanying squires. Objectives: Investigate the ancient ruins believed to be a Temple of Flame. Briefing: Sources claim there is a bygone ruin far and to the north of the Spine. At the edge of the...

Beneath the cover of her hood she was shielded from the evening rain, but that did little to help her now waterlogged boots that had thoroughly soaked through to her feet. The cobblestone streets had done little to prevent such a happening, and in fact small dips in the streets had only...

Monastery business. It was rare for Maggie to take on monastery business, and quite frankly, she liked keeping it that way. It wasn't that she disliked the order. Her... sworn brothers and sisters. Or even what they stood for. The wyld lands and the small folk. Life, and the death it took to...

Hector waited in ambush, his forest painted armor dulling the light that did strike its surface. He tried to still his breathing, felt his heart want to quicken. They had worked out a sign, as they shoveled boiled oats and roasted nuts down in the pre-dawn light. A handfull of berries too...

Gwynnestri Ravaneiros could not rest. Being a princess, these threats to her safety should be expected, but it still didn't make it any less real, especially after a near miss with Death. Just the other night, she had been walking through the courtyard, when she had been tackled from behind, a...

"For goodness sake Fynaurie, straighten out your leathers." "Sir." Fynaurie shouldered her aether-glaive and made a perfunctory attempt to straighten out her leathers. Wing Commander Brynthas had already moved down the line of dragoons, but his assistant officer Hindrath had remained. She...

The Spine The Crucible Stone Deep among the highest peaks, where snow falls and wolves howl, there too stands a monument of significance only to now a family few in number, ever growing shallower, yet this does not stop the rite of Tradition, even when the hours grow dark and grim...

OOC/ Only 4 characters please https://chroniclesrp.net/Folklore/Quest:Ho-Ho-Hobgoblins "There, on the cliffside!" Lorinna followed the dwarf's outstretched arm. She saw one of the Hobgoblins strolling beneath a canopy of rock. Lorinna had never seen one before. It seemed lankier than a normal...

Snow crunched beneath Alissia's boot. The road was blanketed in a white veil and her tracks where being covered as she trudged through the thick of it. It was difficult to see through the raging flurry, and even more difficult to track those she had been searching for in this storm. She'd been...

Siris hated few things, nothing more so than Gemini. But, even if he was a patient man, he wasn't a fan of waiting either. Even when he knew he had no choice, he abhored even the idea of standing around for others. Too bad he wasn't able to make this trip alone, or he would already be halfway up...

She remembered something from long ago, from when she was only a child. Teachings in the Temple of her once great people. She couldn't remember the teaching exactly, but she remembered the idea of it. That taking someone's life for pleasure or personal gain, not only ended one person's life, but...

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...

The quicksilver moonlight casted against the low-laying marsh, reflecting off of it’s pale blue-green body of still water. Lily pads and lake weed dotted along the edge as insectual organisms perched amongst the lush vegetation. Dragonflies with dew dotted wings envied the fireflies that...

A summons finds you, handed off by a squire, or left in a place all would know you frequent. A call for aid from the East. Lord Brimheart of Grenquarry, has unearthed some foul strangeness in the depths of his mines, an entire mining party has been lost. Risk level, high. Report to the Chamber...

CATACOMBS OF STAGKEEP, THE SPINE ONE WEEK AGO... The thieves were not from the Spine, far less from anywhere remote of Stagkeep. Stagkeep, of course being one of the smaller, but still bountiful holds in the Spine. Named for it's numerous game population, Stagkeep also had a violent and sad...

Open tomes with twigs pointing out paragraphs within. Scrolls unrolled to reveal specific sections. Parchment with words and numbers scribbled all over them. These items littered the desk of a visibly annoyed human in fine clothes. Fresh wrinkles growing older as he frowned. Salt and pepper hair...

In The Spine - A Ways South of The Eldyr Tree. (Crescent Moon) It had been many a year since He went on any sort of expedition. The Ixchel Wilds had always given him comfort and a place where the animals knew him, and so they had several sleepovers and hunts for food together. But that nice...

The journey from the Astenvale Monastery to the Spine, the land of his forebears and the place he had once called home, was an arduous one. The woods at the base of his rugged homelands were full of Orchish tribes, and only few of these were welcoming to a Goliath such as he. Taking care of the...