5 Saun, Arc 716
One Arc after 1. The Peasant In Me

Miss Sierra and Sir George

The coastal market bustled with the sharp cries of seagulls overhead. Sierra walked along the beach grasses, empty wicker basket in hand. She headed toward the town, but her gaze was fixed on the wispy white clouds...

Vhalar 48th, 714

A city of empty, stone stalwart walls.

A city of empty, ghosts walking halls.

A city of empty, bereft of mortal sin.

A city of empty, peril to us all.

In memory, there was little North could do to stop the conflict of man and heart. Their suffering was beyond his...

Ymiden 8th, 718

Rigmarole was the way everything seemed to roll, dancing, shifting, spiraling out of control. North’s dearest dance with his companion South carried him across Idalos, but the Dreams never stopped, their strangeness and intensity strengthened beyond scope or scare. The Elements...

68th Vhalar, Arc 718
Company: Herself for now | Theme: Danse Macabre | Thoughts: A Lovely Place | Mood: Serene, peaceful
Lorraine stood in quite possibly one of the most peculiar, and wondrous places she had ever been. Her feet were firmly placed on a large rock in the ground on which, despite...

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36th of Ymiden 719

The dreamscape was a serene, pastoral field, broken by rolling hills and blanketed by an endless blue sky. But a few clouds shaded the ground that day, otherwise the grass was free to be grazed by Rakvald’s herd.

A sounder of pigs, but these were...

5 Saun, Arc 718
1. The Peasant In Me
2. In the Wild Sun
3. Make My Branches Strong

Miss Sierra and Sir George

Sierra had been walking, lost, for trials and trials. She shivered, hugged the shawl closer around her, and peered through the bright white of snow that drifted from the heavy...

5 Saun, Arc 715

The Peasant known as Sierra
“Oh no! No, no, eek,” shouted Zarik. The pail slipped off the end of the carrying pole. It hit the ground with a splash. The wooden bucket rolled along the dried grass. Fresh water sunk into soil. She stumbled. From the other end of the milkmaid’s...

Ymiden 67th, 719

Perhaps it was entirely natural for this world to storm with the essence of Reality, but so much had gone awry in the wake of the Etherstorm. North had been home as it happened, his father sequestering the family of mages in the cellar to avoid the pollutants, Wards helping to...

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It had all been there right before him. The inescapable moment he knew to be the deciding factor which the fate of all hung in the balance, as the one came to suffer at the hands of not one but two in the escalating tension. He had never met one of those...

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40th Trial, Ymiden, 719

How much does a rock weigh in a dream?

As much as you want it to.

His dreamscape was still the shattered, empty place it had been for trials now. Etzos as it likely was, battered and ruined, surviving the onslaught of...

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2nd of Ymiden, immediately following this.
The Veil.

A long, well-worn path snaked along the landscape towards the volcano, leading straight to a giant gash made in its belly. Though it should have taken a full trial to make the journey, he made it within a handful...

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2nd of Ymiden, 719, immediately following this.
The Veil.

The screams of the innocent people all around weren't real. This was all a dream. But it felt real. He could feel the hairs on his back rising as they pleaded wordlessly for help, screamed in grief for the...

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2nd of Ymiden, 719, immediately following this.
The Veil.

The Untold. The prismatic void, as he liked to think of it. How long did someone have to spend inside its vast, churning emptiness before they started to forget how abundantly wrong it was, he wondered idly as...

35 trial, Ymiden, 719a

Fuck me...

He thought of himself as a literate man. Not just in the technical ability to interpret the written word, but an appreciation of language. He'd read more books than most other his age in the Oh'Pee had ever likely held in their hands, or could even name. He'd...

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Ymiden 2, Arc 719

He was sitting on soft sand with his bare feet in the water, on the shore of Lake Lovalus just a stone's throw from the home he shared with wife, children, parents or rather grandparents, and so many furred creatures that he'd lost...

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Dragonesse
31th Ymiden 719

I dream in a maddening kaleidoscope of intertwined impressions merging with each other and bouncing associations off of each other, forming patterns which are already changing even as they emerge and in front of the infinite...

1st Ymiden, 719

It won't fit, the slave girl said, looking up at the other slave, who was also her. We're going to get into trouble. They were standing over the coffin which they were making and, quite obviously, there was something not fitting together in there. The two of them - twins -...

/gallery/image.php?album_id=2&image_id=5546 1st of Zi'da 716

A whole trial of training left the novice becomer exhausted. Eric, while unorthodox in his methods, trained the Lothar well and hard. Perhaps he thought, because Fridgar came from the sands of Upsala in a land of castle-sized monsters,...