Date: 8th of Vhalar, Arc 719 Status: Wondering where he is
Weapons: None Armor: Helmet

Prae's tail twitched in puzzlement where it was knotted at his waist as he took in his surroundings. He was in some sort of metal cage it seemed, only that didn't quite seem right. The floor and...

Date: 6th of Vhalar, Arc 719 Status: Ready to fight
Weapons: None Armor: None

The roar of the crowd sent a shudder all the way down Praetorum's spine as he stood in a small dark room, shoulder to shoulder with three others. None of them spoke, but the occasional bounce or roll of the...

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There was no mistaking surgical lights. There was no subtlety or artifice to them. Composition or glare was not a consideration in their deployment. Nothing natural or fallible in the light they cast,...

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Sephira was being hunted, she knew that much. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as the Element darted into a musty side street on the southern side of Andaris. The woman couldn’t quite remember why she was back in Rynmere, only that she was...

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They called it a hot drop in Basic, and not just because it was in the midst of a battle. It was because everything about the zone you'd be landing in was flame and heat and smoke and destruction. The last things that hit the ground before you...

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The Lady, The Oarsman and The Frog
40th Ymiden in a warped painting in Emea

Continues from In a Warped World Wandering

Yrmellyn le Fay and The Oarsman had been lost on the wide Sargasso marsh of the many narrow waterways all alike. It had been because...

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Ballroom Blitz
40th Ymiden, in a ballroom in Emea

Continues from In a Warped World Wandering

After parting from their iterations and leaving their other selves to their fate in the warped painting, Madame Yrmellyn de la Morthe and her friend Count...

Part of the Quacian Botany Dream Scenario:

1st of Vhalar 719

Woe was hunched over his desk, scrawling a note in his neat, small, clipped style of cursive. His left hand twitched, bedeviled by one of his older fracture wounds. One of many that left him lame, weak, and aging in this once...

Date: 2nd of Vhalar, Arc 719 Status: Exploring his dreamscape
Weapons: None Armor: None

Praetorum opened his eyes to the sight of cards in his hand--a pair of queens, a pair of eights, and a lone seven.

Hmm. A familiar voice mused from beside him, and Prae's fingers clenched tight...

The 3rd of Vhalar, Arc 717

Previously…

As I peeked through the tiny opening of the door, I felt despair come crushing down on me. All my hope was instantly transformed into its opposite. He was here. This was his home. I had not found help at all, instead, I’d walked up to the lion’s den. I...

The 2nd of Vhalar, Arc 717

Previously…

Night had fully set in, steeping the entire woods in darkness. The canopy above was too dense for the light of both stars and moon to slip through. Feeling like I was going to collapse, I came to a halt. White puffs of breath forced themselves from...

The 1st of Vhalar, Arc 717

The following is a retelling of a life-changing event where I had a brush with Death. I only barely survived, though not without a losing a limb. I often think back to what transpired that fateful night, shivering at the thought of him. Just visualizing his face and the...

3rd of Saun 719

Given his recently acquired appointment as a spy for the Grand Aeolian, and sudden compelled transformation into a human in Athart, Kalortah found his dreams dwelt on the theme of Identity and personal aesthetics. And since having discovered that he was a dreamwalker, and had been...

Saun 22nd 716

Drip...
Drop...
Drip...
Drop...
Drip...
Drop...

A sudden awareness opened their eyes, to the sound of dripping. Searching around for what could of been the source. While they eyes searched they found the body they were connected to. Two arms, two legs, sturdy frame. His hands...

The Veil
First of Vhalar, Arc 719
The first of seasons always held special significance to Llyr. So it had been for as long as he’d tracked trials, a luxury of keeping time through use of pebbles, or scratches in pages, or connection to civilization. Cities were the best for it, he found. Other...

The alpha stood proud atop the tallest hill in his domain, surveying all of his territory. From the winding river to where the forest gave way to plains and the two legged lands, all was well, as it should be.

Below the hill, his pack went about their day, play fighting and gamboling and napping...