traveling

Beauty had a magic all its own, the ability to enrapture for a time those who beheld it and took into their hearts a true appreciation of it. Gulfs of time existed on either side of such a moment, past woes assuaged and future worries muted. A small, ephemeral paradise was there to be had for...

It was a rare opportunity. The formerly self-sufficient country of Mardania was beginning to branch out and initiate more trade between themselves and other countries. The portal stones were finally up and running cutting valuable months off the travel time to reach them and shaving it down to...

After her father's death, Jett Alistair stayed at her childhood home for 4 years, when she was 17 she sold the property, bought a horse, and chose to travel the world on her own. Now, A year later, she has met many people, and seen many things. But some days she wished she had someone she could...

The Great Eastern Migration. The first caravan train of the season. Merchants from Elbion and beyond gathered within the vast metropolis ready to begin the long journey towards the pearl of Arethil - Alliria. It was a yearly procession, celebrated across the civilised world as being the end of...

The young halfling had only been travelling with the caravan for a triplet of days, yet he already felt more at home on the road than he had at any point in his previous nineteen years. The crowd of travelers was more diverse than he would have imagined, boasting just over thirty members of all...

The call had gone out. Adventurers looked at the postings and mercenaries had grown an interest in the notices. A merchant caravan needed protection on its journey, from Alliria all the way to Elbion. It was a commonly used but dangerous rout through the forests, savannahs, grasslands, and the...

Lionel Armon and his companions followed the road between Belgrath and Molthal. The journey was projected to take a few days over a weak to complete on horseback and they were now on their sixth day on the road. Lionel had heard some sordid stories about Molthal, enough to make him want to...

It was early dawn when the nine set off. Valerie had tactfully said her goodbyes the night before. She was not there to see them depart. There was a sense of anxious excitement in the air as the nine gathered and saddled up. They had not been as a unit like this since that first mission to deal...

Kasim sat quietly in a tiny tavern within a tiny village in the middle of absolutely nowhere. His expression was a dead one, pale yellow eyes staring into the cup of ale that had been placed in front of him by an overly attentive innkeeper. He hated places like this. There was something so...