1. Walter Thornley

    Open Future in the Fog

    1st of Griham, 351 E.O.D, Altalusia Marshlands. The padded drumming of the horse hooves rushed across the slick, sodden soil of the marshlands, sending frigid spatter up in quick spurts of gray and gold-flecked glitter. The sun struggled through the weighty clouds, its pallor shining in beams...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Tumult Tearing Through the Limbo

    What was it about the stories of ghosts and vile curses often starting in a manor in the countryside, with a history of tragedy and a peculiarly dreary wild grasses strewn for as far as the eye could see between the barren trees and rubble-patches of low cliffs staking the landscape? Affluence...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Open Hart, Boar and Fox Fur

    The cold was coming from the western mountains, dragging its misty fingers closer to the coasts each morning past. And with the changing of the seasons, trees dressed in gold and copper filigree among the peridot late summer greenery. The skies seemed a special sort of blue in the fresh quiet. A...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Tides of Woe

    Rain pelted his cloak and cowl, dripped in silver strands off the trimmed edge and streamed down the slick-furred legs of the grey drake he was sat on for the past hour. A reptilian, horse-like thing with paws for hooves and a narrow, triangle head - hissed and crooned, shifted weight...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    As daylight slowly softened from the pale platinum into the bronze that streamed through the elm trees, he'd ridden off the main tract and down a narrow path into the woods. There, by the river, he'd built a small towerling of branches in a fire pit, dusted the drake blanket off and put his...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    “Walter?” She took some care not to startle him, voice soft, approach measured by distinct clicks of her heels, the noise with which her gem-blue skirt swayed against the floor. His nose was warm. The space behind his eyelids was lit up in an amber-red. He must have slept late, Walter deduced...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Briars and Silver Foxes

    ❝It was after a decade's absence that master Thornley has returned to his domain; no later than the following morn, the winter chill has taken his ailing father. Ruin has come to this once prominent family. And yet, I shall remain steadfast, as I always have been.❞ - Garrick, the Thornley Estate...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Dare Blur

    "You don't command me! I'm your older brother!" Richard was drunk. The beautiful engraved crystal wine goblet toppled by a precarious sway of his hand, rolled off the edge of the table, the frightened workgirl, one hand still clutching clothes to her chest, capturing it mid-fall and pulling away...
  9. Walter Thornley

    The Unburnt Journal

    ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰: 349; Him • • • I Unsent Letter • • • II Glossary; On The First Things • • • III 350; Summer • • • IV
  10. Walter Thornley

    Collegial Curiosities

    Esteemed Professor, I am happy to hear that your endeavors are garnering the much overdue support, and that it served to bolster your good spirit. Allow me to assure you that rumours of my declining health are massively exaggerated by people who know less than little on matters of...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Open The Regnant Remains

    Lord Roncilleues was a philanthropist of some import, and nobody could be quite sure whether his money came from earldom, a successful venue in innovative magitech, or the overflowing coffers of his late wife Constanzia. To think that not a month had passed since her funeral before the man...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Walter Thornley-von Bremen

    Current Goals: Return back to health; Improve the state and affairs of the Bremen barony; Improve the family's social standing; Improve relationships with the Magicians Collective;
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