Events

As the group had prepared to leave the docks a kind stranger had approached Amor giving her a fair warning as the rest of her “crew” loaded up the needed tools and materials to extract the Rohaara stones. “Excuse me Miss?” An older fisherman with a salt and pepper beard wearing a red cap came walking up to the lone member of the...

Maisiel and Maki stood at the edge of the ice, staring ahead at what lies before them.  A young Twiwa clutches to Maisiel's scruff as it shields itself from the winds that threatened to blow it away.  "I can't believe they sent us all the way out here." Maki shook his head as he took a few steps, breaking the snow.  Maisiel waited, taking note of the clear skies, a pale blue, with the sun beaming its way down.  The mountains reached high towards the sky, creating a jagged horizon.  It wa...

The air was sharp and biting, the stars distant pinpricks of light scattered across an inky sky. Jean’s eyes fluttered open to the freezing chill, his breath misting in shallow bursts before him. His wrists ached, his body heavy and sluggish as he tried to move. The rattling of chains jolted him fully awake. He glanced down and saw his arms stretched taut, bound to cold iron shackles bolted to the stone wall behind him. The room was eerily quiet, save for the muffled chatter of voice...

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The boat rocked gently as it made its way forward.  The group were in the cabin.  Maisiel sat staring out of the window as her Twiwa sat in the window sill looking out at the gentle waves, the distant scenery of land, whitened by snow as tall structures pulled their way up towards the dusk-set sky.  Trees, and distant buildings.  It was admittedly a little daunting, seeing what was basically civilized society so far away from them.  A distant dream, as the fog rolled in.  There was stil...

The breath of the four friends hung in the icy air, swirling in pale clouds as they stood motionless, their bodies taut with fear. The cold bit into their exposed skin, but none of them dared move to adjust their scarves or hoods. The wind howled through the dense forest, rattling the bare branches, carrying with it a stale, musty scent that turned their stomachs. They weren’t alone.   The cursed bucks loome...

The Frozen Chase   The frost-covered walls of the cave shimmered with a ghostly blue light as Jean led the group through the winding tunnels. His breath hung in the air, the icy chill biting through his heavy coat. Behind him, Chance fiddled nervously with his flashlight, the beam wobbling over the jagged ice formations. Zane and Rowan trudged in the rear, their hooves clacking against the icy floor.   “You sure about this, Jean?” Chance asked, his voice trem...

The Return to the Woods   A week had passed since their harrowing encounter in the woods, and the four friends couldn’t stop talking about it. Every conversation eventually circled back to the shadowy figure, the claw marks, and the growls that had haunted them. For Jean, the memory was vivid, a mix of fear and curiosity that gnawed at him.   “Why are we even talking about this?” Zane asked one evening as they gathered in Jean’s living room. The glow of C...

Stalking In The Woods // Mavericks Newest Discovery   With the chill in the air coming through Ttatkor and the sun starting to set earlier in the day, Maverick turns the lights of his shop, Reprigrade, on and the heater running. Shinya, Malek, and Tarek all take a hum of comfort in their corners of the shop when the warm air hits them. Maverick walked by Shinya to which he was stopped. “Hey Mav,” Shinya started, “we should decorate the shop this year.” Maverick looked a...

Juno took a deep breath as she looked out across the vast ocean of the ice caps of Clria from atop the boat's deck. Well I suppose that the name is apt, there are icebergs absolutely littering the water. I just hope the crew we convinced to let us on board knows what they’re doing. She shot a glance behind her to the boat’s crew w...

The moon hung high, its silvery light casting the forest in an otherworldly glow. Nobunaga led the group with his usual confident stride, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his katana. The tactician’s piercing gaze swept over the path ahead, ever alert. Behind him walked Morax, a figure with golden eyes that seemed to miss nothing. Though not a fighter, his sharp mind and strategic insight had saved the group more times than they could count. Blanc, the healer-turned-swordsman, followe...

“We’re almost there right?” Ekko shouts behind Amor his voice barely heard as the harsh winds push his voice southwards from their direction. Amor sighed for the twelfth time that day and stopped to turn her head towards Ekko with Sylvie glaring at the duneburrow. “Like I said before, Ekko, I can only guess as to where we’re...