We're starting a little something different, somewhat in the spirit of the NaNoWriMo, since we're a writing site it seems appropriate to take the opportunity to motivate each other to have some fun and earn some medals by starting and completing...
/gallery/image.php?album_id=143&image_id=4097 The PSF
New Subforums
So, one of the things that has changed in the new site is that the new PSF is visible to everyone. This provides us an opportunity and so, this morning I've created some subforums in there - for completed / approved threads....
The Website: Standing Trials ( / ), referred to through the rest of this thread as the website , our website , the site , our site , Standing Trials , and Trials .
You: The person reading these words right now.
The Staff: All users who are identified as...
The spear shot out toward the trapped woman, straight for her middle. Her eyes widened and her gloves hands shot out, grasping just beyond the spearhead to slow its advance. Her head tilted down to eyeball the point of the earthen spear. Her arms shook with...
Oi! a pot-bellied sailor waddled into the modest whiskey shipping warehouse. His salt-and-pepper beard grew down from his jaw, a wiry, unkempt mess that drooped down to the center of his chest. The hairs around his mouth were tinged yellow, and between his teeth he sported a...
Oh, come on, Max! Mina groaned with a wide smile. He's cute! He drinks ale like it's water, you'd love him! Won't you let me call for him?
Mina, Maxine sighed as she adjusted one of the throwing daggers on her belt. If you beg me one more time, I swear...
So let me get this straight, Mina said slowly with palms flat against the table. The asshole that skewered your foot and did all that bad shit in Scalvoris...you think he's here?
No, Maxine corrected, pouring herself a breakfast shot of rum. I know he's here.
Then...
/gallery/image/15334/medium 45 Vhalar 718
Early Morning
The Black Cat Inn was a dead end. It didn't make any sense. If Francis had asked The Storm Breaker crew for a quiet, private place to stay, why wouldn't he take their advice? Where else would he believe safe to stay in a kingdom he doesn't...
Cutting The Painter
83rd Ashan 717, Andaris, Rynmere
The harbor outside Andaris was like most other ports. Ships were moored along the quays and crews and harbor laborers were loading or unloading goods they transported between the storehouses in the harbor...
Word of a fire had reached their ears rather quickly. Iron Hand military personnel stationed at the docks had cleared out the area, established a perimeter, and had set out to try and quench the flames to prevent it spreading to other...
Qit was out on the King's old rooftop shortly after sunrise. No, her rooftop. She sat atop the chimney, ignoring the now defunct throne which was little more than a bunch of blankets and cat beds but into a single pile. The bricks weren't especially...
Ominous Rumours
50th Ashan 717 in Andaris, Rynmere
Continues from Horse Fever where Yrmellyn was falling ill (the plague in Rynmere 717) while working at a painting.
Yrmellyn didn’t know where she was, when the delirious state the fever had sent her into...
Qit'ria sat on the windowsill of her rented apartment, looking down upon the foggy street, just as she'd done a few trials ago. She didn't see Sparkles and Charlie down below. She found herself longing for their companionship, they were nice guys, amusing. She...
The huntress waited not a trill after she slammed the door to Brice Jervois' place of business. Once her fearsome interrogation was through, Maxine had tunnel vision while she fast-walked down the adjacent wharf. Her heart hammered in her chest. Fingers flexed in her...
“This is not nearly enough information, Mr. Mountebank,” Yana spoke sternly, feeling rather disappointed with this first tidbit of intelligence she’d received from the broker.
“It’s only a start,” the man quickly spoke, staying calm,...
The scent of salt water and the muddled voices of captains, dockhands, sailors, and merchants hung thick in the air. With the rising suns, the labor of the working class had just begun. Sails were to be raised. Cargo was to be swiftly unloaded to make room for the...
Qit'ria looked back over her shoulder at the barracks she'd been living in for the last couple of trials. She was still in a lot of pain, but at least she had the energy to move. It was time to get back to her rented room, get back to Caza and...
Bellowing horns blew in the distance, marking the departure of a ship leaving the dockyards. At every corner the pungent aromas of fish, sweat and sea salt filled the air while people bustled about their daily lives. Running with the wind...
Qit'ria ignored the question this so called Cat King asked of her. She relaxed her form a bit, realizing she didn't have to fight her way out of this, and to do so would not go well. She was heavily outnumbered. This King was also larger than her, and...
With the fish consumed, Charlie and Sprinkles wanted to rest a bit, lazing about in the sunshine. Qit'ria didn't particularly wish to join them, but she had to blend in as a cat proper. So she did. And it did feel nice, belly full, resting in the morning...
Qit'ria awoke early. They'd arrived in Andaris late last night. A member of the crew that pitied the story she'd told him got her and Oonah a quiet little room at his sister's inn, a place not well known. And the owners preferred it that way, nice quiet people, no loud tavern...
Speaking in Rakahi
Speaking in Common
81st of Ymiden, 718
It was late at night. Hart stood on the deck of the Jovy Akor with his eyes closed. He felt the sway of the ship under his feet; he felt the presence of the ship like another person. He still could not believe that he had found the Akor....
Kirei greeted Elyari politely as she entered the kitchen. Her fellow apprentices were already there, which wasn't all that surprising as she had been running late this morning. But she frowned in confusion when she saw that...
Cassidy examined his half-healed burns with idle interest as he waited at the bar in the Blacksmith's Arms. After marching into the blaze a few trials ago, he should have been hurt much worst. His skin should have been as blackened and charred as the corpse of the mage he left...
/gallery/image/14968/source 47th of Ymiden, Arc 718
Keep the skies clear. Stay out of trouble.
That was the only advice Cassidy had been given by his temporary overseer as they readied to leave. Assigned to patrol the air above the the festival with a few other Sergeants, Cassidy wasn't...
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