I slithered back into bed shortly after five, as careful as if I was avoiding a ballerina, not wanting to wake her. I had hoped that today was one of the days she didn't slot to the corp, but well, how was I to keep track when I was gone so much. Wouldn't be fair …
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Secrets
The wind howled outside the bedroom's windows. Light freezing rain had begun to clatter against the balcony about thirty minutes ago. I wanted to pretend that's why I was standing here, silk robe draped loosely over my shoulders. Whatever may have happened recently, casual nudity still made Patricia uncomfortable at times. Even if she …
Wounded Memories
Dark rain poured through the light forest, drenching everything in sight, something that would have been noteworthy if they had not been traipsing through the area for over an hour, and already soaked to the bone. The two archers had unstrung their bows to keep them dry. The four were one of two search …
Rising Doubt
Lirimaer, Reverie has brought little solace to my heart and spirit, neither have the spring rains of the last few days washed away the burning pain of my thoughts from the other evening. Meditations and prayers to Lorien and the rest of the Valar bring no hint of my next steps. The last few days …
Long Regrets
Mela en' coiamin, Spring has broken the pall of winter once again, and yet another year has passed since I have gazed on your glorious countenance or felt the exquisite harmonies of your music vibrate through my body. In the eye of my soul, I can see your lissome body dancing gracefully across the glade …
Where Tactics Go to Die!
The spring festivities truly kicked into gear upon the return of the child. However, one of my new compatriots had spotted smoke in the distance on our return. I had accompanied the farmer, Adelaide Shard, when she went to provide a report to the local noble of this community. To my surprise, a human wizard …
A Refreshing Interlude
As always, dear sister, a day among humans in this land of Axanar provides nearly a constant barrage of events. As I wrote last night, today began the spring festival of this small community. While certainly lacking in many of the colors, events and traditional sights we might expect to see at home, the village …
The High Horse
Dearest Sister, I have stumbled upon a small human keep and settlement, although keep is a grandeur description of this collection of human farmers. From visual inspection, this small community has seen peace for a long time. No evidence of militia or town watch, very few weapons other than the occasional farmer’s bow. Old walls, …
Lonesome Wanderer
Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva Close of Winter, My dear sister, I long to share the stories of my travel with you upon my return to Yasa Nalore. The strangeness of the lands through which I have ventured will provide for endless entertainment and re-telling upon my return. But as I journey through barren …
Love Letter
Shinelian, I am writing this letter on the deck of the Sun Runner on what is most likely my last evening on board. Jasyinne graciously agreed to extend his patrol to allow me to travel to Vasis in furtherance of my quest. It has been just over ten winters since we last partook of each …
False Landings
The sleek frigate tacked briskly towards the southwest, sails filled gloriously with the autumn prevailing winds, plowing furrows into the countervailing currents and chop heading southwest off the shores of the continent seen in the distance. The slowly setting sun glowed reddish, turning purple, playing hide and seek with the mild clouds seen …
Song of Departure
The burnished glow of the setting sun cast lingering shadows across the secluded glade on the edge of the capital of Calethria. The ancient trees grew hundreds of feet into the air, and in most cases, overwhelmed most of the undergrowth. Still, dozens of groves similar to this surrounded the city and were interwoven into …
Demonic Truth
The smell of death assaulted their senses, magnified to nearly an overwhelming physical sensation. The battered party feverishly ascended the curved ramp of the tower, the champion of Pelor halted a couple of levels below, struggling to contain the evil oozing out of the purple-black ball of energy. Wearily they entered onto an open platform …
Valiant Truth
The Black Hawk stands stolidly outside the door of the personal quarters. His ornately carved helm, symbol of the elite guard of Lady Blackbird, blocks the nervousness reflected in his visage. Newly appointed in the last couple of weeks as the guard expanded under Captain Kozar, he had not yet even been introduced officially …
A Fateful Path
The young elf, dressed in the colors of crimson and burnished gold, walked slowly down the lightly curved corridor. A young teenager, if such a crass comparison to human standards were to be made, although to the normal elven eye the scene depicted a youngling of around thirty seasons. He strode with an abnormal grace …
Last Dreams 