1. Zaire Dogo

    Zaire Dogo

    When the search for knowledge leads you to a underground city it's impossible to turn around. Zaire had considered that he should go to the nearest town, to get a friend to go with him. He should have stocked up on necessities, some rope, a torch, a couple of extra knives. Like a fool, he...
  2. Krava'quiloor

    Open Turgor

    tw: blood, gore, aliens music: Miquella's Promise by Solas Composer The grassy hill, the size of a carriage and then some, hummed low and arduous. A mournful sound, a painful sound, the wounded giant groaned, and shifted, shuddering and sending clumps of wettened fertile soil tumbling beneath...
  3. Song

    Private Flying Low

    The sky was clearing up, last drops of rain like sparkling golden coins. But the forest did not rest, filled in addition to the cries of birds and scurrying of beasts with the sounds of a chase. Not too many people, a lot of noise as they were in a hurry, shouting at their mounts and to each...
  4. Thea Seydou

    Dare Echoes of the lost

    The dunes rippled like old skin. Twilight hung low and purple, bleeding across the sand. The sand was still warm underfoot, though the sun had long slipped behind the broken ridgelines. Dunes loomed like sleeping giants, and the wind dragged its dry tongue across the stone. Sahu. Ghost-lizard...
  5. Nekhara

    Open Wishful Thinking

    Alkahra The White Oasis. The Bonewaters. Temple of Still Waters. The Salt Gardens. In the heart of a wasteland, where caravans vanish, salt winds flay the skin and where nothing should grow and nothing should heal, there lies a place that should not exist. The desert around Alkahra is flat and...
  6. Param

    Private Upon Hired Wings

    Wooden propeller blades twift-twift-twift through the crisp wind as the dual shroud engines hummed steady with their work, pushing the Narcisca through the air. The shroud-expansion design, venting the trace threads of shroud up into the the lift-balloons that carried the sky-ship across the...
  7. bees?

     Cindersend

    There is a place in the Kaikias Desert where sands turn to choking dust, rivers run as poison, and not even the green of scrub brush drinks the rains. It is a place where the Shroud has thinned so much, that natural life cannot sustain itself. And at the heart of this dying land, lies the knife...
  8. Baku

    Baku the Brass Sage (WIP)

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