15th of Ymiden, Mid-Day, 718

Again and again, the narrow bullwhip slashed forth. His arms ached and his back was starting to join in on the festivities. Sweat rolled down his back, and the Ymiden sun was starting to challenge the cool regency of his personal river spot for temperature. Never in...

14th of Ymiden, Early Morning, 718

Jonathan had always wanted a more intimate knowledge of magic. Magic at it's very core was an impossibly close thing; something borne of the personal. Magic breathed through the body as closely as any wind. Ether was all around them, in the air, in the water, in...

27th of Ashan, Arc 718

Ellasin . . . Ellasin . . . saska tech'wan; houma souferi ta'ana antes ma'iri foullo. Ellasin; taheiri-mai, una feiri-mai! Ellasin . . . Sera ba Randil . . . nou'fera zostros!

Alistair! Alistair! Stay your weapon - we do not need to die! Alistair, we did not betray you....

On the 91st trial of Ashan during the 718th arc...

Though the night before had been one of wine, his morning was surprising pleasant and bright. He'd stayed, at Alistair's behest, in one of the many rooms that Kaelserad had to offer. More appropriate clothes had been found for him and sat folded...

Qualities. Already, he had recognized that this subsect of Transmutation would perhaps consume the greatest amount of his time. By nature, qualities were infinite in nature, and while he had previously complained about their grounding in physical features, Alistair did at least recognize the sheer...

14th of Ymiden, Before Sunrise, 718

It was time.

Jonathan had grown in strength so quickly. He'd learned Transmutation like it had been the language of his childhood and in many ways it was. Aberration and Transmutation weren't at war with him; they were conjoined. The sparks complimented one...

13th of Ymiden, 718, Early Morning

Jon hoped to be done practicing by the time Alistair was awake. Hopefully, he'd be able to look a little less like a fool by the time this was done. He had gone on an adventure to learn a few more qualities with Transmutation. It had been a complete and utter...

12th of Ymiden, Early Afternoon, 718

Jon was always hungry for more knowledge. He had the heart of a true academic. He always felt the need to know more, and things tended to distract him. He was terrible at focusing, and it tended to frustrate those around him. Hob had wanted him to go back to...

8th of Ymiden, Late Evening, 718

He'd come to the river for introspection and relief from the heat. Even in the evening of Ymiden, warmth clung to the ground like a cloying blanket. There seemed to be simply no other relief from it than to be near water, but even the river was heating up. Battered...

82nd of Ashan, Arc 718

Here they stood. A foundation, upon the grassy floor, a stone slab meant to provide footing for the very first home: his home. It would be small, but quaint, laying at the bottom of the slope that extended into Acadia's highest summit. Acadia, he whispered. A ridiculous...

8th of Ymiden, Arc 718

. . .

Open the blinds, he whispered, and the Lich obeyed - like a loyal beast, succumbing to his will. Damien's life had become... so incredibly mundane, since he'd lost his handsome and whole appearance, his life-like energy and the ability to fraternize with the common...

4th of Ymiden, Arc 718

He used the well of Ki'eiran. Old, dried up, locked with stone to only extend mere centimeters into the earth. With the wooden cover removed, it remained a dusty and decrepit hole in the ground, ripe for hidden things and unintended purposes. As the process of Deconstruction...

Coalition Quest
Cycres |Han Hetra
A Curious Reporter
Ymiden 17, 718; Midday

The rumor of this individual had spread like wildfire throughout the streets of Ne'haer, a dainty if not obnoxiously loud woman with fiery red hair stormed the streets. She had moved throughout a good portion of the...

7th of Ymiden, Early Morning, 718

Jonathan was still recovering from his last nightmare with Hob. He had caught a glimpse into how brutal the life of a Harvester was. His Harvester had offered him up as bait, then attacked and ate another Harvester as he was mounting Jonathan. Jon still couldn't...

3rd of Ymiden, Arc 718

Alistair was a Transmuter now. He held a third 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...

/gallery/image.php?album_id=2&image_id=4149 73rd day of Zi’da, Arc 717

Niv dug her twiggy hands into the cold snow and pushed it aside, her other hand following suit. The snow storm had hit Ne’hear hard and left a thick blanket of white in it’s wake. This made travel difficult for everyone but...

10 Zi'da 716

Tei'serin walked over to her book shelf, and selected two books she wanted to study; Local Herbs and their Uses; Ne'haer Region, and Herbs of the Western Region. Come Ashan, she really wanted to get an herb garden started since it would make her work easier if she had several of the...

Ashan 19th, Arc 718
Did they deserve to burn?

The question had been present on Zafir's mind as he observed public debate take place in the city square. Since he had heard of the happenings in Rynmere the trial before, the issue grew more and more pressing in his thoughts. Ne'haer had its many...

Ashan 42nd, 718
When Zafir was a child and his grandfather still lived, he used to live for the stories he would tell. Huddled under the dark of the night, his elder used to delight in weaving tales to both delight and terrify him. He loved monster stories most of, but never understood why such...

Ashan 30

Rain poured over Ne’haer like a waterfall, creating small rivulets in the streets and byways, feeding into one another in greater and greater channels until emptying into the bay. Even in the gloom and rain, the white stone of the city gleamed proudly, as if defying the very weather and...

92nd of Ashan

Jonathan loved to be outside. It was honestly one of the first ways he'd rebelled from his notoriously housefrau parents. The lapidary was a notoriously stuffy place, and his parents had rarely opened the windows of the shop even on hot days. His father had been too afraid of being...

86th of Ashan, Arc 718

He could feel the nerves tightening on him, as if they were clamping his skin. The sweat began to grow on his brow, as the sun shined vibrantly. It was hot, and he was far too equipped, wearing a leather-strapped armored vest atop his white, tucked in top. His pants were,...

9th of Ymiden, Arc 718

Nearly murdered. Left for dead. Young Clayton of no true family name lied here, in a condition far more critical than what many often came back from. His survival was in question. Everything was in question.

Skull bleeding. Fingers broken. Lips bruised and beaten, eyes...

2nd-26th of Ymiden, Arc 718

The first homes would be those of miners. Not unlike Yurrova, Acadia - or its foundations - was surrounded by mountains, high and proud. Many of them held veins and openings ripe for shafts, with plentiful materials local to the area: stone, iron and steel, gold, and...