1. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Weightless. Twin roe, ruby-red, floated softly in the undercurrent, layers peeling from it until they were translucent fins, like the skirt of a cuttlefish. It was a thing more than a creature, in the same way a pupa shell is a thing. Slowly, undulating with the tides, it made its way toward the...
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    • Thread
    • kingdom of altalusia knights of anathaeum krava'quiloor syr osytha the creed
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  2. 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...
  3. 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...
  4. 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...
  5. Saskia Kerraelas

    Dare Shrouded and Foreboding

    "How are you holding up, Kerraelas?" Saskia stirred, twisting towards the figure lit in a halo that stood only at the threshold of her door. Her room, small and yet filled to the brim in belongings, was dark. It was a reflection of her feelings, and her shadows came at the call of her...
  6. Leysa

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    "I hate it when it rains." Complained Arran from his perch by the window. Leysa did not lift her head from the book she had been reading, but her eyes flicked to peer through lashes at her brother. Only four years her junior, and yet the tallest of them all, Arran was scowling at the silver...
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    • kingdom of altalusia old friends
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  7. Monroe

    Open Along These Godless Streets [completed]

    The morning sun had not quite broken past the tall trees beyond the boundary of town, and yet the residents that had risen early to begin their day were treated to the divine scene of a halo of light. It clung to the topmost leaves, the wind so gentle it did not register to many, but gave the...
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    • kingdom of altalusia mystery
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  8. 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...
  9. 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...
  10. 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...
  11. Conrad Hornberger

    Conrad Hornberger

    He was not born into greatness, but into hunger. The fifth son of a crumbling noble house, he inherited little but dust, a old sword, a swaybacked horse, and a crumbling mill. Too poor to curry favor and too proud to beg, Conrad turned to the roads. Where law is weak, Conrad makes his own. He...
  12. Lysanne Shard

    House Tourmalet

    At the foot of the Mheara Mountains, where the land weeps silver and blood in equal measure, stands the Iron Gate, a bastion carved into the bones of the mountains itself. This is the seat of House Tourmalet. Wealth flows to them not from fields, but from beneath the earth itself; rubies...
  13. Lysanne Shard

    Lysanne Shard, Bastard of the Iron Gate

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