When Marius Sura was being rowed to shore on the eastern coast of the landmass that was to become known as Arbor, he did not know what he would find. Even backed by a company of Pallasian Republic soldiers, he must have felt unease. It was a region known colloquially as Perdis Terrano, 'the lost... Continue Reading →
On the current turmoil in Pallas
When the Cerenerian elves wished to expand their kingdom above the waters, they first landed the islands now known collectively as The Pallasian Republic, or Pallas. In the centuries that followed, the Cerenerians who settled there adapted to their new environment with the aid of magically assisted evolution, leading to the land elves we know... Continue Reading →
On Yazik history and culture
On Yansk and Chev (collectively Yazik) culture: of all the sentient races, these are the two most isolated. Before the Exile, only the northern raiders even knew of lands beyond their islands. These pillagers (called Zakchic in Yazic) mostly raided the port cities of their own kind. On rare occasions however, a Zakchic chief would... Continue Reading →
The End Times
Amani crashes through the thicket, branches clawing at his skin. He almost trips on an exposed root, but rights himself before toppling over. His spear is almost caught between branches, but he wrenches it through and holds it close. He stops, closes his eyes, and focuses on listening - there is no point trying to... Continue Reading →
The Fallow
Diflora, You would not believe all that I have seen in my exploration. They still live! As I said they do. You make sure you tell your mother, show her my sketches. I wasn't wrong. The fallow really do live in the forests of Aboria. They are just as they had been described by the... Continue Reading →
Molly, Sarah and the lost lamb
Molly lived on a farm with her mother, father and little brother. She liked living on the farm, and particularly liked looking after the animals. One day, her little brother was trying to reach a toy on the shelf, with Molly reading nearby. Molly could see him struggling, but didn't want to get up to... Continue Reading →
Remembering Rosalina
Danté winces as a twig snaps beneath his foot; he stops moving and listens. Nothing. Just the wind in the trees. This part of the forest is bright; most of the trees being young and therefore unable to create the shadowed canopy found further in. He peers carefully around before beginning once again – this... Continue Reading →
That Efrit bastard
The scent of perfume clashes with the stench of ale as Danté opens the door to the bordello’s bedroom. “Right this way madam.” Danté’s Efrit accent is a little slurred. His companion, a lithe human named Clara, smiles, “You was gonna show me more of them tricks, weren’cha.” “My dear, I will. But I need... Continue Reading →
Sisters
Eliza twists in her bed in alarm at the sound of her door opening. She’s relieved to see Anna creeping in, closing the door gently behind her. With Eliza’s relief came a stabbing pain in her bandaged side, a reminder of the very recent moment when she was almost cut down by an orc. Anna... Continue Reading →
Stoking the fire
Despite the pouring rain that has been falling on the 'Grand City of Albany' all afternoon, Eliza Earnshaw has managed to stay relatively dry. Flitting between awnings and carriageways, and not too proud to rely on the kindness of a stranger's umbrella when offered. A single, plump raindrop manages to chance its way beneath Eliza’s... Continue Reading →
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