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 …
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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 …
Court Friends
The young elven female flowed down the ornately carved halls, panels glistening with the years of magical touch, beautiful and,normally,calming here within the private quarters of one of the princely families of Calethria. Singing softly to herself, she glanced into various rooms as she passed, slowing only long enough to determine if what, or who, …
An Eventide’s Journey
His body swayed gently with the minor motions of his new mount, as it slowly picked its way along the trail, the hoofbeats muffled by the damp earth and spring growth spreading its tendrils along the ground. The mocking jays, as well as chirps of at least four other types of birds, echoed through the …
A Royal Introduction
The clatter and whir of the wooden practice lathes rang through the clearing. Three youthful looking elves ducked and tumbled and jumped throughout the small area, whipping wooden weapons in rapid circles of attack and defense. The action resolved around a skirmish of two on one, and as such, appeared about even. “His quickness …
Descent into Pain: A Tale of Elyrienne Malethlal
Elwen vanwa dineth* The last weeks have passed in distressing contemplation and exploration of the aether for substantiation of your presence in Calethria and your abiding comfort and weal. The possibility that I will never again attend upon your musical presence drowns my conscious in the surety of pain and suffering, and buoys my fears, …
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Descent into Madness: A Tale of Elyrienne Malethlal
Elwen vanwa rusva dineth* Love slithers like a serpent through the dark, twisting honor and protection towards fear and betrayal…….one perfect love twisting into the monstrous of the night……how was the beauty dispelled in favor of the lust……can you even see the darkness from your poisoned perspective…..have you filtered out all the light……have I…… Your …
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Descent into Darkness: A Tale of Elyrienne Malethlal
Elwen vanwa dineth Time passes slowly since the devastation of the news of Calethria, my princess, and I have not deigned to scrawl my thoughts in this journal over often. For whom would I write when half of my soul has been burned to the ashes of despair? As such, these once beloved journal entries …
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Last Dreams 