Regisfall

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Several copies of a letter, each addressed to one Magnus Empyrean, are left pinned throughout the continent. The banker in Tilverton holds one in case the man checks his accounts there. Others are pinned in place with arrows: one to the docks South of the Monastery, another on the docks of Darmshal...

Matilda sat down quietly on the floor before the coffee table in front of a warm fire. This evening she looked haggard… exhausted emotionally and physically. It was the end of yet another day spent searching the land for those who threatened so many lives, with not a single thing to show for her ef...

A cold wind blew, fluttering the twin tails of chestnut braids and the hem of her robes. A buzzing hum slowly drew louder and clearer as her mind became more conscious of her surroundings again. When she’d returned to the city moments before, bags laden with fresh herbs, she couldn’t have predicted ...

Matilda walked away from her conversation with Nam and his new companion Milk, pride of felines in tow, and her brows furrowed in worry. Things were far worse than she had heard and yet another had been harmed. She worried her lip as she walked, emotions knotting in concern for the Councilmen's wel...

Months had passed since her abduction, and the nightmares had faded into rare occurrences that were quickly calmed by the familiar warmth of her pair’s presence. The gold mark still lingered, seared over her Lyrandel, but she had for whatever reason avoided seeking further guidance for it thus far. ...

Yet again the tillerman who traveled from Edana to Arandor was met with the sight of a small redheaded human woman and her large black cat. Perhaps it wouldn't have surprised him the second time around if it wasn't for the fact her menagerie had grown. This time, instead of fear for the oncoming fe...

*A copy of this notice, written in scrawling Elven script, is sent to every Order within Arandor and another is posted as publicly at the bank. * Well Met Brothers and Sisters, Following a very productive and positive conference of those able to meet last week, we have a working plan in progress to ...

Faelith Thistlebrook sat in the small cozy house, surrounded by foliage that made the space seem more of a greenhouse at times than someone’s living quarters. Pots sat on counters and floors, filled with dirt that contained plants in various stages of growth. Flowers, herbs, ferns… she grew any seed...