To Kill an Avriel 1st Ymiden, 723

There was something soothing about the Hotlands. Perhaps it was simply the familiarity and the comfort that came with it, but Khalfani felt at home even in the burning hot desert. It wasn't comfortable by any stretch, but it was home. For as long as he was...

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Vhalar 722

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14th Saun 722

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17th of Vhalar 720

Dusk was falling on the treasure hunters’ camp, and it was Demda’s task to try and organize this group into something resembling a neat and orderly gathering of archeologists. What she’d gotten, since signing on for the treasure hunt, was a...

43rd of Vhalar 720

It’d been days since Demda had mixed the tanning solution, and the stench was still on her nose, although she tried to cover it with what scents she could acquire to her face covering. Even after the sandstorm had divided the tribe, leaving them to scatter to the sands of the...

Saun 39th of Arc 700

Rokas wandered unseeing through the swirling sands and howling wind, following the call of the water.

Eyes pinched shut, he struggled against the raging winds, ignoring the sand clinging to his lashes. Clothes billowed, the fabric unable to resist the storming gusts. The air...

Timestamp: Vhalar 45, 720

Hankley awoke with a start. She sat up in her straw bed, naked in the darkness of her home. She had heard something. She slipped out from her thin sheet she used, more as a comfort than a protection from the cold, straining her ears to focus. The wind was howling outside,...

Saun 24th of Arc 700

Somehow, Rokas had made it out of the quicksand without Zaruid’s help. Nature’s trap had swallowed him whole, dragging him down too far. He’d been beyond saving. And yet, he found himself back on the desert’s surface. Sand roughly caressing his skin, the suns baking him from...

Saun 24th of Arc 700

From his upper chest down, Rokas’s entire body was buried in sand. Unlike before, he could not move his limbs. At most he could wriggle a tiny bit back and forth, but the weight of the earth was too much for him to overcome. It was a good thing, in a roundabout kind of way....

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45th of Vhalar 720

The howling sandstorms had abated as Demda made her way north, through the slaver's corridor, giving way to milder winds, with the occasional dust-devil sprouting up from the updraft. That was a small discomfort to deal with, and occasional at...

20 YMIDEN, 719 ‣ NORTHERN FORTRESS RUINS In harsh rays of golden sunlight, the dust and debris formerly known as the Northern Fortress hung heavy in the air. Ymiden in the Hotlands was always hot, but the disturbance of the sands and destroyed stone structures only worsened the dryness of it all. A...

Timestamp: Vhalar 1, 720

The day began as it always did, with Hankley doing a walkabout through her property. It was still early morning, and the sun was just beginning to rise in the west, casting bright orange and gold hues over her many date palms. The land she inhabited, her budding food...

Timestamp: Vhalar 1, 720 following Part 1

Hankley turned to step out of the house when she heard light, scampering footsteps across her roof. She scowled. Monkeys from the mangroves. They had been a constant thorn in her side since she came out here. They seemed willing to eat anything and...

Timestamp: Vhalar 7, 720

Hankley approached Brach gently, cooing toward the Nashaki Ox softly. It seemed that this morning he had a bit of the zoomies and was using them to jump around on a small section of her melons, spilling juicy, flesh, and seed all over the fertile soil. My love, please...

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85th of Vhalar 720

85th of Vhalar 720

Woe had made arrangements to meet Fleaface in the port of Ivorian, and to make their way together, with all of their party and items they intended to bring along with them. The Mortalborn had wanted for Fleaface to bring...

/gallery/image.php?album_id=116&image_id=10967 An Echo of Meilin Ashan 5, arc 719

Were he not dying, Eddrick would have taken the time to log in his journal what an odd mercy it was that the body made itself so comfortable at the end of its trials. The sand he'd been dragged through by his poko,...

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45 Ashan, arc 715

Eddrick had largely forgotten the question of how he stood with the city of Nashaki. A diplomat had been found murdered in Athart, Eddrick's home town. She was a Qi'ora diplomat, and Eddrick had spent a notable...

/gallery/image.php?album_id=116&image_id=10967 Contract With a Shadow Cylus 12, arc 719

They were not as stupid as they first appeared. Their leader had the wit to keep their night fire confined within a thick-fabricked tent. The bit of lit smoke wafting up from the tip of the inverted cone was...

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2 Ashan 718
I remember the glaring suns vividly that trial. Ahmir and Keffe were mirages to me, wavering on the line between real companions and fever dreams, and every time I blinked, so did they from my vision. I don't know if I'd ever been quite so scared of losing them in the...

/gallery/image.php?album_id=116&image_id=10967 Separate Ways Ashan 12, arc 718
Eddrick sat in his rough chamber awaiting the inevitable. It was not something he feared, but there was apprehension.

When he'd returned from the battle in the east, he'd returned with the blessing of Raskalarn, a new...

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