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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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...
28 Ymiden, 724
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A beat. Two. Both dissimilar to what he knew was the normal pacing of his heart. It manifested in the form of several knocks at his front door, but Kotton wasn’t expecting anyone. Not during this trial and certainly not at this time. It was time for bed, for fuck’s sake. Who...
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...
92 Zi'da, 723
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It felt like a cat scratching the inside of his wrist. The needle was injecting itself into his skin like a body piercing that didn’t quite stick through the other side. Kotton watched the woman tattooing his arm hit the back of the wooden handle...
123 Ashan, 724
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His eyes gazed around the empty room. It was just him and his mother. He anticipated nothing and therefore received nothing other than a general understanding that what once was would inevitably be no longer. There was a steady and circular movement of things. Birth transcends...
1 Cylus, 724
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Chest heaving, lungs expelling, thin tendrils of smoke billowing, Kotton let out a booming cough as he fought the atmosphere for air having just taken one few too many tokes. He pounded his fist against his chest, as if that would do anything. His eyes watered, a singular tear...
Kasoria roved his eyes across the winding ivy and red tile roof and listened to the disorderly bustle coming from the open doors. Next to him, Fagan Manclin sighed and pinched the bridge of his...
20th Cylus, 724
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Flecks of white filled the icy air with the wispy plumes of laughter: children’s laughter, careless and indigent of the responsibilities that have yet to plague their future. Had the world changed that much in so few years? Was spirit buried by the natural declaration of...
There was a lot of shuffling going on behind the door. It lasted for quite a wall. Kasoria frowned as he stood there, head slightly cocked as he listened. The feet of chairs scraping across wood. Quick, steady fwap-fwap-fwap of sheafs of paper and...
The words couldn’t be heard, but the body language was indefinitely understood.
Stuttering ever so slightly and feeling out of place, with the walls seeming to close in around him, Kotton replied with the most basic transaction humanly...
27 Cylus, 724
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Two days after a terrible incident at his friend’s apartment- one that turned superlative at the end of the night- Kotton found himself put back together, all of the broken pieces glued into an original piece of art. But Kotton was no art. He wasn’t a masterpiece. He was a foul...
Xavier arrived outside the same shitty bar he had gone to last night. He was dressed in the exact same clothes except for the shirt that he had spilled food on. He looked nervous because he was meeting a pretty lady unless she had lied to him. His opinion of females would...
Xavier was a Transmuter now. He held a second spark, living through him. Breathing the air of ether. He had not had it for long, and he had not done much with it since obtaining it. In many ways, he was still locked in the weary phase of considering his spark to be much akin to an outsider. He...
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...
6 Cylus, 724
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From his sleep Kotton was stirred awake by the unimaginably loud knocks at the door. It was the middle of the night, this much he was sure. His eyelids made themselves into slits, peering into the darkness of the room.
He and Worick had spent the night in one of the observation...
39 Ymiden, 724
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The vortex inside the double-paned glass continued to spin with every flick of his wrist. He pictured a tornado, imagined it emerging from his drink and filling the tavern in a wake of alcoholic destruction. Everyone catching up, gossiping, laughing and struggling to keep their...
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...
18 Cylus, 724
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After having taken a few sips of the ungodly water crafted from Catnip, Kotton went back to reading the notes he had taken. He even withdrew the library book he had borrowed containing similar information. This time, instead of running his eyes over the words he had written and...
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...
44 Ymiden, 724
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The start of his day had been wonderful. He had only needed to check in on a few patients, assess their vital signs (which had all been excellent and not out of the ordinary) and fill out one or two reports that required only the absolute basics. He even had the time to...
18 Cylus, 724
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One of his dreams was so vivid he almost thought it was real.
The man was frolicking through meadows of flowers whilst it was raining- lightly pitter-pattering on his skin. He stuck out his tongue to enjoy the feeling of the water droplets before suddenly falling to the...
24 Ymiden, 724
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There were many variables attributed to what made an individual sick, regardless if they could be seen by the naked eye or not. Kotton had come across a unique device dubbed a magnifier that could look at something with such detail that it could very well boggle the senses any...
30 Ymiden, 724
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What should have been just another ordinary day at the clinic turned out to be so much more. It wasn’t until Kotton had entered through the thick double doors into the lobby that he learned there was to be a meeting meant for medics aspiring to be nurses. It hadn't even been...
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...
It was the first of Saun and Ilidred and her daughter, Svartholda, had been stolen away for an evening of wining and dining. The stage was Cally's, Scalvori's most exclusive high end bistro and the host was a one-foot-tall ferret named Winston Miller.
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