Wildfire Riders

“Funny,” he tells her. “I feel na diff’rent.” He’s sat in a chair like he’s at the barber, head tilted back slightly, pond-water still. Much like the barber, actually; a place where someone puts a sharp knife to your neck to do delicate work and you have to trust them with it. But it’s Annie, which ...

Prelude Co-written by Annalea & Tarquin, w/ assist from Bricu Summer She’s mostly tuned the voices out. The window is open because it’s a fine summer day, and the breeze twisting through Hearthglen brings hints of green, growing things shoving their way out of the ground. Living green growing t...

literally, literally barfing rainbows

of course

Andorhal. Arrah Spurlock dreamed of the Wrath Gate, as she did so many nights; of dead faces howling, and the catapults delivering their payload, and good men and women dying in the valley below her. She thought at first, when the blast touched her eyes and ears, that her dreams had entered the wak...

(This one by Fenneous.) Nerves. It had to be nerves, and at the same time it couldn't be. Fenneous reached for his flask, only to remember it wasn't there. He hissed a curse. Damn the disguise. He hadn't even needed it, he thought with a chuckle. Lorelli had made sure he wouldn't be disturbed, thoug...

(Collating a short chain of fic from Feathermap. This first one contains ingame dialogue from Fenneous and Lore!) Three tall lean shapes come down out of the night, strolling ‘long the edge of a battlefield like they were off to the theater. That’s what you might see, were you paying attention in An...

it's creepy how well that picture works

thanks, everyone. i think.

-Tacked to the notice board at the Pig-

Rose Ball's coming up, which means the usual tourney. Fair purse to the winner. Sign it up if you're feeling frolicsome, and see me if you do.

-T

I'm interested in whatever Tarquin can be useful for.