1. Skuggflamma

    Private The only brew for the brave and true

    Magnar stepped down from the doorway, wiping his hands on his apron out of habit more than need. His eyes moved between Willard and the other man now, taking him in proper. “Evening to you, Syr” He said with a polite nod. The dogs, sensing no quarrel in the air, gave a few uncertain huffs before...
  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. Venla Thiel

    Dare Primroses

    Somewhere near Astevale Monastery The sun spilled like honey across the meadow, thick and golden and slow. A breeze stirred the tall grasses, sending ripples through the wildflowers as if the earth itself were breathing. Dragonflies hovered and darted, their wings catching the light in flashes...
  4. Lysanne Shard

    Private Sink your teeth

    The courtyard reeked of steel, horse sweat, and the dry dust kicked up by booted feet. A line of Ashcloaks drilled with spears, their black cloaks snapping in the wind. Lysanne cut a dark shape against the pale stone. From the shadow of the arched entryway, she watched them for a moment, the...
  5. 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...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    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...
  7. Lysanne Shard

    Private One and done

    The wind came crawling down from the mountains, it swept low across the stony Tourmalet hills, dragging with it the stench of peat and river mist, and the tang of iron-rich soil. Eagles traced lazy circles above the rust-colored moorland, their wings catching the last heat of the sun. Rain had...
  8. Saskia Kerraelas

    Dare Beware the Haunting Nights in the Acorn Forest

    "I have never, and I mean never, met a horse so..." Saskia scowled at the stubborn steed that peered at her as if she were acting like a child. Words, clever ones, witty ones, fought to be spoken upon her tongue, and yet frustration bubbled it over into a mess of exasperated nonsense. Throwing...
  9. Ambrosius

    Ambrosius [wip]

    Born the son of a well-respected senator, he should have grown into pride and purpose, but his voice betrayed him early. His stutter marking him, in his father’s eyes, flawed. His father and brothers tried to beat the weakness out of him, his family grinding him down with cruel lessons...
  10. Anira Verseheart

    Anira Verseheart

    She is the daughter of an infamous con artist, a man known as "The Hollow Man." His real name, Elias Veyne. Few ever knew if they had truly encountered him until it was too late. Elias has made a name for himself weaving lies and illusions so intricate that even the most discerning nobles fall...
  11. Lysanne Shard

    Open Blood & Cheese

    The horns blew at first light. Not the grand trumpets of kings, but the shriller kind. Hunting horns, rough silver dented at the mouth, blowing out across the valleys like geese disturbed from sleep. Lysanne Shard adjusted her glove and nudged her palfrey forward. The beast snorted at the cold...
  12. 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...
  13. 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...
  14. Venla Thiel

    Dare Wild Strawberries

    Somewhere near Astevale Monastery There was no reason to take notice of the woman sleeping on the sun-warmed jetty, unless you were the curious sort. Or a dragonfly. Or the kind of woodland spirit that still lingered in old green corners of the world. The forest lake opened up in front of the...
  15. 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...
  16. Walter Thornley

    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...
  17. 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...
  18. kristofer

    Oikeus, Vapaus, Vastuu | A Peasants' Rebellion

    OIKEUS VAPAUS VASTUU JUSTICE, LIBERTY, RESPONSIBILITY rebellion in the Altalusian countryside PREAMBLE In the countryside, the marshes and the fields in the outskirts of Altalusia, temperance relents. The lords skirmish, caught in a deadlock over shifting borders, unable to negotiate...
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