1. Josai

    Hub Breaking Bread at the Knoll

    On a different day, at a different time (song: Srutabaruta by Naoshi Mizuta) People wouldn't think it, but the Knoll had its own brew. Honey mead, and some of the squires even helped in the process, gathering the honey from the apiaries they kept around the gardens. It had become a bit of a...
  2. Hector

    Open Betwixt the Stacks

    A glance left, a glance right. A long ear bobbed, a shortened ear twitched. No one in sight. No one he could hear. He blinked, felt his cheeks full with blood. Felt his head hot and abuzz. Stomach tight and giddy with the tension of a nervous laugh. Suppressed it to a pleased little smile. It...
  3. Sitra

    Private The Step Taken

    Today was the beginning of the rest of her life. How grandiose of a statement for how little fanfare greeted the start of it; the day's idle humming of birdcall hardly did justice to the tumultuous years leading to her arrival at the gates of the Astenvale Monastery. The abode of misfits and...
  4. Matvi Iramene

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Art by Sakulkarn Kunasawan "Hear you're handy behind the counter, Syr," Mariel said, as she laid down a crate of spirits. The many colored liquids inside many colored bottles tilt and shift, as their containers rattled gentle to rest. "Bout as handy as you are with brewing?" Matvi laughed...
  5. Kiriko Hanshu

    Dare Along the Kindled Path

    "return to the village" by Jason Scheier Dark was the sky, and cold were the winds that howled across the Red valley of Songi, kicking up the white snows that had blanketed the earth. Two straw-cloaked figures cut across a lantern-lit road, into the village of Sagwa. A wide brimmed hat made...
  6. Maevyth

    Hub A Potion for Every Occasion

    The Serpent's Still South Trade District Crown's Hold Kingdom of Altalusia (An on-going thread for any and all who venture into Maevyth's shop in search of potions, elixirs, ingredients, and if one knows how to ask— even poisons.) Early morning light filtered through the narrow lancet windows...
  7. Petra Darthinian

    Private It Ain't Much, But It's Honest Work

    Petra knelt beside Norvyk just outside the ring of the Monastery's empty training grounds; the afternoon sun casting long shadows over the sandy courtyard and baking the back of her neck while she worked. Her storm dragon’s emerald scales shimmered in the light, flashing like jewels where she...
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