trade port

The night sky was dim. The three masted barque rocked with the rhythm of the tide, drawing ever closer to the destination set at the end of the journey. The man had lost count of how many days he’d enjoyed in the open water, set up amongst the boxes of cargo and livestock that filled the ample...

Warren sat in his hidden tree fort. Laying on a large limb, in wait for the rest. A stone circle was a mark for the Meeting area. Tonight was the night. In a week, he was heading to the so called town, Greenholm. Puck was cuddled up tightly in Warren's cloak pocket and was falling asleep. Inside...

Ciara - East Liadain She had no idea why she had come here. The crown had pulled her to this place, it's quiet whispers snaking through her ear and tugging her by an unseen leash. She despised it, hated it, and yet loved it all the same. She could not have explained in a thousand years, not if...