The Rebirth Cycle has Cylus (30 Trials) and then Ashan (123 Trials) which are open for you to play. All new threads from February 1st 2022 - May 31st 2022 should be timestamped within one of those two seasons.
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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. You'll note that there are now separate...
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~~Everything is theoretically impossible, until it is done. ~~
Robert A. Heinlein
They were as prepared as they could be.
They'd been here before, three of the four of them, and they had used all their skills and abilities to get themselves ready for this excursion. Padraig had been here more...
It didn’t take as long getting lost from the point she’d left the caverns, to backtrack her way to them. Monk bore them both swiftly to that destination, and they were able to make it before nightfall. Once they arrived at their gorge in the middle of the Hotlands...
20th of Saun, 718
The forge burned blisters into his cracked skin, but Bakar dared not cease his work. He forced the pain-tremors in his hand to still as he drove the steel deeper under the coals, and even as his skin peeled from that flaring fire, he did not shy from the scorching heat. He had...
She was walking along the desert floor, on four paws, her padded feet easily carrying her along in an awkward gallop. She didn’t know what she was, she looked down to stare at the feet as they made footfalls, but nothing was there when she turned her head...
In the after days of the theft of the Rosanna by the she-wolf, Demda heard nor saw hide or hair of her former pursuer. She looked for tracks, but beyond some scuffed paw prints near her former neighbor's den, there was no sign of her. Demda gave up looking a couple of days...
The beast clawed at the canvas covering with rapidity, it’s claws beginning to scratch their way through the sun-hardened resin that strengthened the cloth. With every swipe of its paws, the nails of the wolf dug into its surface, scuffing fabric and flexible resin alike,...
Wars teach people to obey the sword, not the truth. And the simple truth was that Kalortah was the essence of beauty and grandiloquence, and it couldn't be denied as he gazed into the mirror. He'd taken to recoloring every feather on his head, his skin, his eyes. He...
They arrived at the Kankaro Sky Caves, the two of them. Dimza Nil, and his fellow traveler, Demda. The agreed-upon price for this delivery to the Sky Caves? Demda had promised him both Akui, and her riding camel. It was a princely reward for such a paltry guidance, but then...
There was a certain cleanliness of purpose, and purity to travel through the desert while alone. Undoubtedly perilous, however, even the part of the Hotlands that Demda’s horse now trod. South of the Salt Lake, and west of Luesco’s Wall. She’d been off any beaten path for...
Master Nil and Demda traveled across the increasingly rocky expanse of the southern Hotlands in the open daylight. While the rockier terrain had a way of lessening the impact of the Vhalar wind and whirling sand devils, it made Demda’s camels...
Location: Southern Hotlands, not far from the Kankaro Sky Caves.
They'd traveled for a few breaks into the rising of the sun. Mercifully the winds had died down, ceasing the lash of glassy sands kicked up by the whorls of flowing air. Demda maintained her mask and...
They traveled single file. Demda and her two camels, her thorned horse, and the man she’d sworn never to have dealings with again. The merchant with a heart of onyx, who cackled at death with as much ease as a savanna dog. She was there amidst the sands of the Hotlands once...
What are we hunting? Kori'än beamed, swinging his bow back and forth as he skipped around his mother. The weather was pleasant, not too hot nor too cold, perfect for hunting. Not that he really would know, but his mom had said so, and so, it must be true....
It was her fault. Kori'än crossed his arms, pouting and glaring at the wall of their room at the inn. He could have cried. He wanted to cry. But he was better than that, stronger than that annoying girl and her friends. If she couldn't even handle a few words,...
Exhausted and diminished by their journey, the Caravansary returns to Nashaki, where they have to pay a tax to partake of the Oasis and refresh their animals and themselves. Demda and Dimza Nil discuss the concept of paying for water, when the lands north of Nashaki take such a resource for granted. She has second thoughts about staying in Nashaki, but he convinces her to keep on in the desert, by espousing the benefits to the soul or something philosophical like that. She ends up buying into his argument.
Do you know how many we lost to the wolves?! Demda demanded of Khorog, as they rode along, onward through the saun heat and blasted sands. How many children, how many women and men?
Khorog shook his head, They know what they do. He intoned, swaying with the gait of his camel...
Demda has reclaimed her horse, but is still pursued by the wolves. There are less hungry canines following them now, but does the caravan have enough warm bodies to sacrifice to those remaining to the Mistress of the Hunt?
Demda tore off in pursuit of the head cart that was led by Dimza Nil's dozen camels. As she got closer, another wagon was unhitched, its occupants and provisions abandoned to the wolves and the ravages of the desert. Whatever would happen to those provisions and people they left...
Mature/Violence: Entering through the mountain pass south of the Eternal Empire lands, the Caravansary emerges back into the sands of the Hotlands.
They proceed along the normal route, skirting the mountainside for shelter and access to water sources, but are accosted by packs of wild desert wolves.
They were a tentrial or so out of Korlasir, and Dimza Nil was uncharacteristically grumpy. In fact, in all the trip the Caravansary had made, she'd not seen him this peeved. They descended out of the mountain passes a few trials earlier, and yet hadn't suffered any losses in that...
The caravan had been roving over the Western Hotlands for near enough to two days. They were already halfway to where they were going. Someplace called Yaralon would be their first stop, where they could replenish their water supplies and pick up mercenary guards for the...
Demda is introduced to Dimza Nil, the Caravansary Captain from the Hotlands. He exchanges her forward payment for the job as a scout for the caravan, and also giving her some extras that she'll be able to keep if they come back successfully from the job.
It'd been a long ten trials, but she finally thought she lost the gang of Qais in the streets of Nashaki. Nobody had recognized her in the new outfit, mask, and goggles that she'd since purchased. Nobody expected the main squeeze of the lowlife thief to be...
The beach was empty and dark as they laid anchor and rowed small boats towards the shore, the main vessel bobbing in the choppy water. Scooting closer to the Avriel beside her, Yeva shivered beneath her Order cloak, eager for a fire.
It's harder to sail in Zi'da, Azrael whispered,...
4 6 - V H A L A R - 7 1 7 . . . S O M E W H E R E I N THE EASTERN PLAINS CLOSEST TO VOLANTA
In the damp dark of a Vhalar evening, Hyde made his way through the brush with care to not step on any twigs or rustle any bushes. The twisted black of dead trees stabbed into what little light remained on...
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