Once an isolated and dying township, an influx of academics, adventurers and thrill seekers have made Scalvoris Town their home. From scholars' tea shops to a new satellite campus for Viden Academy, this is an exciting place to visit or make your home!
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You: The person reading these words right now.
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55 Ymiden, 724
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It was hot this afternoon. Dangerously hot. People were coming into the clinic left and right complaining about weakness, dizziness and nausea. The likely culprit for these symptoms was heat stroke, a condition categorised by the overheating of the body. It varied between races...
83 Ymiden, 724
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Where mountains rose and the sun met the ashan skies, there was always something to look at and spend hours admiring.
Kotton was long past simply admiring the scenic visage he often met during his time walking or running throughout the expanse of the city. He wanted to feel...
Kotton had scrounged up the proper paperwork necessary for his patient Kuror, who had come in with a terrible pain in her jaw only to be later notified that her molar was decaying at a rapid pace and needed to either be removed entirely or treated under...
He had been here, at the Scholar's Nook, on more than one occasion. Actually, scratch that, he had been here many times before. So many times, in fact, that he practically knew the layout like the back of his hand. He breached the breezeway and...
33 Ymiden, 724
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The sky reflected a perfect image of the ocean: a cerulean blue that made even the most masterful of sailors double take as to where they were headed. Had the sky finally melded with the sea? Had the clouds at long last compromised with the shading of the rest of the sky?...
59 Ymiden, 724
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The sky was void of any clouds, what one would say to be a beautiful day, but the sun’s blistering rays beat down on Kotton’s back incessantly, his level of comfort decreasing exponentially.
Birds were chirping reverently, their flamboyant feathers causing a mild distraction...
27 Ymiden, 724
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At home, in his own kitchen, was exactly where he wanted to be. There were no external noises, no background tinnitus that would have otherwise maddened a hearing man had he been one. It was just him, the countertops and cabinetry and the sweet silence he was all too familiar...
107 Ashan, 724
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There was a man sitting in a dark room. The only light source was of an ominous red glow. It came from the flame of a singular candle that wavered ever so slightly amidst a stagnant room. The only current of air flowing throughout the room was due to the man’s constant, slow...
Kotton waited with the remaining patience he had until Eustoria, his newfound mentor in art, blessedly decided to speak in regards to the question he had recently asked. What should I do next? His eyes were solemn eyes and gravely seeking instruction.
Kotton had spent the last hour casually watching an artist at work. And finally, nearing the beginning of the second hour she had conceded and gave him her name. She even began to teach him a thing or two about art, particularly in the style of drawing...
I don't undewstand what you mean, Kotton admitted, dropping his folded arms so they laid loosely at his sides. He had been studying this stranger of a woman and how she drew beautiful works of art. He had experienced an emotional mountain, up hill and...
57 Ymiden, 724
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There were papers spread all across his living room floor. Some were torn, others were ripped, and only a handful of them remained whole. He had finally managed to refill his inkwell, although the colour was less raven black and more charcoal, but whatever. What mattered now...
51 Ymiden, 724
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Chattering teeth. Chapped lips. Even though the air was thickened by undue moisture. The trials hadn’t been anything other than humid, so why was Kotton feeling chilled to the bone? Nerves. Forgetfulness to moisturize. Maybe a smattering of the two. But the weather today didn't...
54 Ashan, 724
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There had just been a bird dive-bombing him on the second floor of the local library. Kotton had shielded himself from the assault before working up the courage to steal a peek through the cracks between his arms. He couldn’t see the bird anywhere. Perhaps it had flown away back...
7 Ymiden, 724
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Out on a stupid morning run for his stupid mental health, Kotton was stupidly entertaining himself via kerb appeal of various residential and commercial buildings. He had seen one done up in flowers. There were flowers, flowers, everywhere. There were daylilies ensconced between...
14 Ymiden, 724
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Being late for work was not a common habit of his. In fact, he was almost never late, even if he accidentally slept through the alarm of Imogen’s wails for food or Spirit’s howls for treats. Even Twig’s pokes and pestering did anything but keep him immotile under the soft...
They had been delayed here in this place called Scalvoris Town. There was something wrong with the ship and it would take some trials to fix it. The captain had tried explain the problem and frankly Bedwyr...
3 Ymiden, 724
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Kotton really needed to stop clenching his jaw. It wasn’t just his jaw that had been hurting the last few trials, but his head and neck too. He had caught himself, teeth tightened together as though melded together at least five times now. Without any issue whatsoever, he could...
His heart rate had resolved itself into a normal pulse akin to those who were notably resting against sofas and beds and lounge chairs. Still, he wasn't sure where his trial was taking him. He had admitted his acceptance to the side of what could be a...
103 Ashan, 724
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It had been a few days. A few days that were measured in weeks, or so it had felt to Kotton. He had expended an exorbitant amount of energy over the course of the last few days twiddling his thumbs and watching with an intense gaze at the practice of various bartenders. He had...
The living tree ship that was the Waking Dreamer was for the first time making berth in Scalvoristown. It was the tail end of the Harvest, Harvest Dusk as per the Scalvoris tradition. Kisaik busied himself by watching over Paladin and Quick as the former instructed the latter...
Well, glad we bought the whole mov wiv' us. Plenty a' room.
No-one likes a sarky bastard, Kas.
Kasoria's response was just a smirk even wider. The pampered noble had come a long way since they'd first met on ship from Foster's Landing. Now he was throwing around...
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