Ymiden 16 710

Gennadiya walked away from the carriage that had conveyed them to the dance this evening. The Lyosha family had been invited to join a very large celebration honoring the founding of Lysoria all those centuries ago. There family was rich enough to be included, that and the fact that...

Ashan 35, Arc 697

Lord Victor, it’s time for your riding lesson! Mistress Jeanette, Victor’s riding instructor, a human woman in her thirties with blonde hair that she wore in a bun and dark brown eyes told the young noble. Said young noble was currently lying on his belly in his fancy...

Saun 40, Arc 686

“Come on, Lord Victor, and give Apple a carrot”, Mistress Jeanette, a human woman in her thirties with blonde hair that she wore in a bun and dark brown eyes tried to encourage Victor.

The seven-arc-old second son of the Lord of Lysoria eyed the little black and white mare...

Ashan 56, Arc 700

“You will play the Skinbane“, Victor told Michael in his best imitation of his father’s commandeering tone of voice and pointed his wooden toy sword at him. The two boys, one of them a son of the current Lord of Lysoria and the other one the son of said lord’s captain of the...

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Saun 35, Arc 702

“No, I won’t do that!” Victor Amielle, the second son of the Lord of Lysoria, proclaimed in a firm tone of voice, crossed his arms over his chest and looked his old, white-haired tutor Master Martinus defiantly in the eyes. “I get that I have to...

Ymiden 1st 717

Rorom skipped the previous season of fishing. He'd had a bad time of it the last time he took a boat out with a net. The pirate attack in the waters of Bayward had soured him to the experience. Even when the suns began shining again, Rorom couldn't bring himself to push off from the...

118th of Vhalar, 719

The Council

Everyone had respected Thalins decision.

It was a good thing but there was hardly any other choice. Both Rauve and Amelien attested to the unrest, even she couldn’t deny the reported triple increase in theft, and all over food! tIt was the only last...

3rd of ZI'Da 719 12th break.

Ice storms had been plaguing Ne'haer and its territories since late Vhalar, and hadn't let up today of all days.

The pitter-patter of so much sleet and hail against his tin roof were starting to grate on Woe's nerves. He sat, reading his book of Webspinner nursery...

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42nd of Ashan 720

Break 10-15:

Once the heat came on, when it came to hiding away from what he had done to Sywena, there was only so much he could do.

The thought of erasing the memory of himself from everyone in Ne'haer occurred to him....

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16th of Cylus 720, First Break

Woe heard the snap of a cable before he could react. A bucket of caltrops was set over the door, it's payload came falling down on his back as he went blindly through the door to Sywena's suite. Ach shit! He spat,...

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15th of Cylus 720

The streets were frozen over, misting with the absolute cold of a merciless Cylus season. The ice on the walkways wasn't the least bit slick for all that, so cold that any accumulation turned right into ice. Footfalls were a...

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10th of Cylus 720

...Continued from here

Woe followed Stoll into an adjoining chamber, leaving the corpse of the would-be Audnev behind them. Once out of that more spacious chamber, the chill settled back into Woe's bones. He felt it on every inch of his...

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56th of Ashan 720

Woe and Fleaface make preparations to leave Ne'haer.

PH
5 Cylus 720

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10th Cylus 720

There's something different 'bout you. Stoll muttered, as he stared intently at the younger mage. He held the discarded shackles in his hands, hefting them several times before flinging them to the side with a swift...

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9th of Cylus 720

In contrast to the cold snap that was gripping Ne’haer in its deadly orbit, the space Woe found himself in was warm and moist. The frost that glittered on the rest of those subterranean gallleries seemed to melt before...

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9th of Cylus 720

You're sure there's a cell down there? Woe squinted at Fleaface, trying to discern some hidden motive, some hint that he wasn't entirely on the level.

Ever since his mother had sent him along with Woe, to later meet him...

6th of Cylus 720

A pair of footfalls sounded rhythmically against the graveled dirt road leading from the city of Ne'haer to the outlying farming township of Treth. It was another chilly day, although the ice storms had managed to let up for at least a time. Woe's mouth curved downward as he...

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5th Cylus 720

Woe hadn't practiced therapy with anyone for some time. It'd been, in fact, more than an entire arc. Woe had not since he attempted to console to a gaggle of bellicose Yari, who had a strange outlook on death and mourning....

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15th of Zi'Da 719, 21st break.

Before Woe could make it to the exit of the Western Temple, in which the halls of Vri were, he heard a voice calling out to him, Mister Rand! Hold a moment, wait!

Woe walked only a few more steps before...

72nd of Vhalar 719 10th Break

Woe must not have been paying attention to the stomach rumblings coming from the bed in front of him, because the next thing that hit him, as he sat there trying to decipher his book of Webspinner nursery rhymes, was a blast of hot projectile vomit. So, Sywena was...