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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...
The Cold Cycle is upon Athart! Here is an OOC reference to moderators so that they know who is planning on being active in Athart this cycle and to gauge interest of various plots. New players arriving to Athart should write an...
Cylus 1st: The spread of Aloplumia has ceased, yet no cure for those afflicted has been found. It is now widely known by much of the population what happened, that many of the avriel, and the military stationed in the Forest of Stones has been stricken with an...
Welcome to Athart!
There are a few different ways in which this phrase may be said to new arrivals in the tropical city of Athart. They hinge entirely on the manner in which they arrive.
(These scenarios only apply to PCs that did not begin play as standing members of the Athart community.)...
Ymiden 1st: An area-wide vision strikes all sleepers; an Image of two humans disrupting what appear to be the representative Immortals of Emea. Being of belligerent self-importance, most avriel have never tried to know the names of these two beings. This...
As hostile races, monsters, villains and/or escaped or rebellious slaves gain notoriety, and accumulate moral debts to the worthy citizens of Athart, Those in positions to do so will grant license to administer justice upon them for pay. The degree and nature of the allowable justice will be posted...
-‡- The wind flowed smoothly beneath the sweep of his wings. Each descent of his wings kept him in flight, kept him at an altitude where he could see through the tree tops above, till a clearing passed below him. Twas then he would pull his wings against the...
-‡-Coroth wasn't strong enough to take the boar anywhere until he cut it up, and flew off with it in pieces. It was something a hunter had to plan out. He retrieved his weapons from the carcass, cleaned them of the ichor of blood before returning his spear...
-‡- It was later into the morning, the sun had already filled his chamber with its brilliance that enlightened all that was beyond the stoned entryway into his home. The main chamber had little furniture at all, but was more of a respite from his duties,...
(Date to be posted after prior threads are reviewed )
-‡- Once he passed out, his dreams took over. Some of them pleasant, and ones he would not want to wake from. Those, came after the more dreadfully painful ones. Ones where he was half-alive, and his wings were bearing torments that would not...
-‡- Stumbling, Coroth continued onwards. The alley amongst the buildings opened up and spilt him onto another ghostly street. Windows were still shuddered, dark, with scarce illuminations of inhabitants within. Were they dead? Or pretending to be asleep out of fear,...
Pain singed heat through the fragile structure of his upper wing as he stood against the tree. An arm braced against it, the leather of his armor cushioning flesh against the bark of the tree. The feel of warm blood seeping along the roots of feathers began as he...
-‡- The feel of someone shaking him awake caused him to stir back into a state of consciousness. The feel of firm, dire fingers grasping upon the leather of his pauldrons could be felt through the harnessing's upon his chest and shoulders that kept them in place. Just as...
-‡- There was a persistent wind sending battling whisks against his wings as he flew through the darkness of the skies that night. When the sun had already collapsed across the far distant horizon long ago. When the Paleness of the moons habitated the skies with a dull...
A blur of dark cerulean wings passed amongst the nearby buildings. Folded naturally behind the avriel, his descent was an act of agility and the use of aerial speed. Speed that had to be drawn from descending much higher within the skies above the temple of Syroa where...
-‡- It was nearing dusk. The skies that wove a background of silhouettes were turning from that deft shade of blue and white where clouds mixed their greying hues within the far reaches of the air. Jutting behemoth of stones rose from the dark green depths below...
The brown horse neighed, pulling hard at the rope and making Kori'än stumble back a couple of steps, the shackles around his ankles almost sending him straight to the ground. At the last moment, though, he managed to catch himself. He quickly straightened up and as his...
Passage on.... Scalvoris by Cylus... Need...Can you help?
Her?
Yeva kept her eyes on the book before her, rereading the page in an effort to feign that she had not been trying to eavesdrop. Nevertheless Azrael and his compatriot were speaking in hushed,...
She waited patiently in line to get her meal for the trial. Some of the older slave children got into a scuffle ahead of her in line. She didn't know what had caused it, and she didn't want to know either. They were going to be punished for acting out, and she wanted no part...
The dishes from the trial's meal were cleared away, and the slave children lined up to get their first job of the trial. Three of the girls who were birthed by the same woman as she had been were standing in front of her in the line. One of them was whispering quiet...
Her first task for the trial was to scrub all of the dishes that had been used to make the first meals of the trial. Meals rather than one meal because the masters and their family did not eat the same kinds of food that the slaves ate. It was a daunting task for one small...
She dipped her clean rag into the bucket of sudsy water. After she squeezed out all of the excess water, she began rubbing it vigorously across the deck. It was her job to scrub the entire deck until it shined because Master Lyron was expecting someone important to come aboard...
Her stomach rumbled with hunger as she took the bowl of gruel she was given, and moved over to the area where the slaves were allowed to eat. The older slaves were already finished with their meager meal by the time she had gotten hers, so there was room...
Yeva sat cross legged on the disheveled mattress with an embroidery hoop nestled in her lap. She was pulling apart a floss of yellow thread and softly singing a song from the taverns of Rharne,
When your head is hurtin' and your mouth is dryyyy,
Have a drink, dear boy
Have a...
-Twilight kept the distant lands secret from sight. Darkness clouding the lands below whilst the skies were immersed in a thin twaining of twilight that had a residue of illumination from the scrolling orb that was beyond the notable horizon. Eyes of an aging...
While trying to earn her stay in the human sector, Yeva learns a new craft and prepares for a trek the Temple of Glories to delivery food to trapped residents.
OOC: Happy to make this open, but let me know so I can write somewhere for you to jump in. :)
29 Ymiden 719
Ymiden 27th: The term ether storm is being heard in whispers among both avriel and non. Rumors arise that members of those factions that are most often present in the high pillars of the Stone Forest are no longer seen coming down from their roosts. The occasional run of food to the...
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-‡-Arachnial Revenge -‡- II 
Syroa the Immortal 
Burdens to Carry 
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