85th of Zida, 716

The arc was coming to an end, and those that had made it so far now had the chance to look back and admire. Some admired mistakes, other admired feats. Some did so melancholically, and other did so joyfully, for each person was as different as their stories. Today, the story...

Ymiden 8, Arc 717

Tristan had returned to Andaris – but not because he had given up on Oakleigh. On the contrary, he had decided that he would try and be a good duke – starting the trial when the new advisor that his cousin Alistair had promised him arrived (Alistair had mentioned the twentieth...

On the 27th trial of Ashan in the arc 718...

With the past few trials bringing with them and end to the raging winds and an advent of sun and growing warmth, there were many more people about the streets, most on still on business that had been postponed during the storms, while others seemed to...

Vhalar 10, Arc 716

The Mortalborn had lost a lot of people in his life, but the message that he found on his desk that morning shook him more than he had expected. The mother of one of his students had written to him. Hailey Shore would never come to class again. One of his most promising...

52 Ymiden, Arc 716

The government had enforced a water restriction in all regions outside of Burhan, but fortunately they had not enforced a wine or beer restriction which meant that Tristan could still pursue his favorite activities. It was hot, hot, hot, the sun was burning down on Andaris like...

45 Ymiden, Arc 716

Tristan had missed the tournament on the 13th of Ymiden because he had been in Venora, working on a commission, which still irked him to some extent. He had been told the fight had been extraordinary. Malcolm Krome and Thomas Endor had been in the arena – and only one of them...

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Sometimes, one had to do things they did not particularly enjoyed. Sometimes, one had to grit their teeth and endure, despite the bitter taste it left in their mouth.

For some, it was speaking to someone they couldn’t stand. Or...

Fifth of Ashan, 718
Sinnammyn
“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”
Mae West
The Tunawa's sleep was restless at best. Twinged with nightmares of all sorts before she finally jolted awake. Darkness still fallen over the plains she wondered for a Trill if she'd gotten any...

Continued from here on the 11th trial of Ymiden during the 718th arc...

Can we not... subdue them?

Silence settled between the two of them as Ziemko stared back at Doran, his face unreadable. When he finally spoke, his low, rolling voice was questioning but not challenging. Have we been...

On the 11th trial of Ymiden during the 718th arc...

Though he couldn't see any details through the warped glass of the little room's window, it didn't stop him from looking out of it. There wasn't much for him to do, bedridden for the next handful of trials or so as he was, and Ziemko had taken to...

Continue from here on the eighth day of Ymiden during the 718th arc...

The hole in his leg was much smaller than he thought it might have been, especially for how much everything around it hurt. He stared down at it, far more fascinated with the discolored skin and gel-like pseudo-flesh that...

On the eighth day of Ymiden during the 718th arc...

Memories were such fickle things. They flitted about, touting their superiority of clarity, only to be grasped and found hazy or fogged - sometimes even utterly lacking. Doran's were near non-existent for a good trial or two. He didn't remember...

Continued from here on the first of Ymiden during the 718th arc...

Though Doran had never heard the sound of a dagger being pulled from flesh, he didn't need to use much imagination as the soft hiss of something smooth and sharp was pulled from something wet and fleshy. His entire body, tense as...

On the first trial of Ymiden during the 718th arc...

Pastel hues had begun to spread across the sky, and Ziemko had called for them to set up the tent he'd purchased earlier. After Doran had managed to climb his way over his initial apprehensions that still wavered in the back of his mind, he'd...

Cylus 2, 718

Even in the frigid, sunless black of Cylus, Caius was acutely aware at how late he'd let the trial slip, the breaks having worn on him while he poured over books that had nothing to do with any of his classes in the Rynmere University Library. In just a few trials, there'd be...

Continued from here on the first day of Ymiden during the 718th arc...

Continuing right along with his questions, far more relaxed after Ziemko's succinct but willing sharing, Doran shifted his weight in the saddle as he spoke. What were the Wronas like? Though he understood such a subject was...

60th of Ashan, Arc 716
“My name is Aelius Aburius Caedicius, Sword of Ethelynda, Protector of the Vale and Grandmaster of the Seventh Order!” Devin proclaimed in an almost overly haughty tone, put his hands on his hips and started to strut back and forth in his living room with a wicked smile on...

On the first of Ymiden during the 718th arc...

They had ridden in silence for the better half of two breaks. Though Ziemko had said he would answer whatever questions he might have once they were farther away from the city, Doran hadn't mustered up the courage to ask him yet. There was a...

32nd of Zi'da, arc 717

Fek is it cold outside! The man yelled out as he closed the door behind him, moving straight towards the wooden bar by which Zane was already seated. He seemed agitated, annoyed and irritated in every way possible, and thus the young skyrider deduced his trial must have...

Continued from here on the first of Ymiden during the 718th trial...

Within the first bit of leaving his aunt's home, Doran felt the weight of what Ziemko had told him paired with Lisette's rejection crash down upon him all at once. He paused in his stride, and he felt Ziemko do the same behind...

Continued from here on the first day of Ymiden during the 718th arc...

Though he still remained between his Aunt Lisette and new found brother, Ziemko, Doran felt very much as though the two were putting on a particularly elaborate joke at his expense. Yet, there was no indication of such, and...

53rd of Ashan, 718
*Common*

Drunk was the only way to describe how the dancer looked but at least drunk she wouldn’t feel the chill of rain seeping into her bones or notice the stench of sick that lingered or feel the bruise of skinned knees. But it wasn’t possible to be bitter about it, her...

Continued from here on the first day of Ymiden during the 718th arc...

Instinctively, reflexively, Doran moved forward without thinking. The blade that was at his aunt's throat didn't move - neither back nor forward, though Doran only realised how dangerous a thing it was to grip someone's arm in...

Continued from here on the first of Ymiden during the 718th arc...

There was a brief, confused pause as his aunt started near uncomprehendingly at him, but soon it seemed she was able to regain his composure. The dark haired man who sat with his back to Doran had yet to turn - if anything, it...

Continued from here on the first trial of Ymiden during the 718th arc...

Though hurried, Doran stepped carefully across the worn rug that sat in the middle of small foyer, placing his feet gently down as he strained to hear the low voice of the man in reply to his aunt's demand. The room he was in...