escape

Splssh! The yellow green water of the bayou burst open, and from it a horror all too common amongst the saltmarsh cordgrass of the Bayou. A skeletal visage peered out from under the decayed remnants of underwater weeds, it's body language showing clear signs of bewildered confusion. It's head...

The Forbidden City Four months ago... In the dark, it was easy to spot the orange glow of firelight flickering through the openings of a ruined structure. It was one of many down this long forgotten street, which had long ago been retaken by the sands. Laru approached, and entered into the...

Tabitha slowly sat up and blinked away the fogginess in her vision. The last thing she remembered was following some poor man who asked her to step into an alleyway to help his ailing child. Next thing she knew someone put a cloth around her face and she went lightheaded. She fell asleep right...

The known world was a large place, everyone knew that. Merchants and explorers alike told tales of grand and arduous adventures. For most, the true vastness of the known world was truly lost on them until they experienced it themselves. Oh how few did experience it for themselves though. Many...

Grigog's first thought was about his head. Why was he having such a huge headache? Had he suffered a blow to the head? His head felt like it was throbbing with blood. That wasn't normal. His second thought turned to his feet. Why couldn't he move them? And why were his wrists hurting so much...

The first day of winter had walked in with a confident, bold grace, a stoic mother to tuck sweet autumn in for rest. There were times that Anais longed for the vivid hues, the brilliance of floral blooms. There were times she dreamt of the sanctuary of soft earthen browns and the flicker of...

Alyssa Crentor stood on the balcony of the estate, glass of wine in hand. The setting sun hanging on the horizon. Vel Anir under the veil of orange and purple. "I~~...know something~~..." She smiled and sang the words. Swaying side-to-side with them. "You~~...don't know~~..." Blood dripped...

Draedamyr had returned from his journey with Velaeri and had immediately sought out an establishment with a well stocked wine cellar. He wasn't an elf with a love of the road or the forests. He enjoyed the finer things available in the cities of the world. He swirled the burgundy liquid around...