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𓆩♡𓆪 A notice is placed on the guard tower for the Knight Court to review and defenders of Cadomyr.𓆩♡𓆪 As a result of demonic forces invading our territory, please review this scouting report before venturing out! Road to stables and Kantabi Desert: Lethal Danger - Demonic Army at least 20-30 enemies...

𓆩♡𓆪 A notice is placed on the town boards and at the gates of Cadomyr.𓆩♡𓆪 Travelers Be Warned! A deadly Demonic Demon Skeletons army laid siege near the Cadomyr gates. They were not able to breach our defenses but there are strong demonic warriors and mystics in their ranks. With assistance from Ste...

She didn’t speak at first. Just watched the elf through narrowed eyes, each verse landing like a stone in still water. Too many ripples. “No legs, yet it moves. No blood, yet it bleeds. A path, a sacrifice, a name unspoken.” She folded her arms. “Too much truth hidden in artifice.” The air shifted. ...

Sleep hadn’t escaped her—she had simply let it go. She rose in silence, careful not to stir the slumbering vixen beside her. Gwen slept with a hand curled near her cheek, mouth slightly open, maroon hair spilled across the pillow like crushed berries on linen. She would rise early, as always, to ten...

Jefferson Gray had returned. So much had happened since the day Yridia told her harrowing tale of the fiend—since the rumors started about the man returning, who defied death and became something else entirely. Life moves on—faster than we think. Blink, and weeks are gone. Did you do anything of con...

To whom it may ever concern, The person you pass at the depot might be in need. That stranger rushing by, seeking their next meal. I do not know what compelled me to post this on the public boards in Galmair, save for this—to thank Margret. When I needed warmth, you clothed me. When I needed an ear,...

I’ve had a lot of great role-play opportunities over the last weeks and months. Want to give a special thanks to some characters because of the depth and reoccurrence! 1) Gwen, such a faithful and fun friend roleplay day in and day out! Lots of laughs with some serious moments sprinkled in. Love the...

The splintering crack of the mast drowned out the screams, a death knell for her ship, her crew—her gamble. Julibe staggered, boots slipping on blood-slicked planks as the assassin’s blade tore through the air where she’d stood a moment before. The mage was gone, a knife buried to the hilt in his sk...

The world lurched beneath Julibe’s feet as the main mast cracked like a dying beast. Wood splintered, ropes snapped like a chorus of whips, and the sail twisted in its death throes. She barely ducked as a rigging line lashed past, taking a man clear overboard. The battle was shifting. Her archers st...

The Jolly-Be groaned like a wounded beast, her mast straining against the tangled grip of the Sea-Pig. Julibe could feel the tension in her bones, in the deck beneath her feet. The ships weren’t just locked in battle—they were bound now, mast to mast, fate to fate. Steel clashed in the chaos of the ...

((Welcome aboard the story!)) Stern-to-broadside—the advantage swung to the Sea-Pig. The narrow engagement meant fewer men could hold the line, and with the high ground of their quarterdeck, they needed even fewer. Tick, tick, tock. From the ratlines, Julibe spotted the anchor orders. She knew—the d...

The captain of the Sea-Pig knew exactly what he or she was doing. Julibe’s bees did little more than buzz—no direct leads on the crew’s whereabouts or where they fenced their smuggled goods. No boasting, no bragging, no wasted time on vice. Whoever led them must have heard a ticking like Julibe. Som...

𓆩♡𓆪 A brief public advertisement appears in all three realms and at the Hemp Necktie Inn, using local scribes. Despite the large, eye catching font, there is sizeable blank space left on the parchment. 𓆩♡𓆪 Arcane Wielders! Seeking a challenge with lucrative payment opportunities? Sign your name on t...

𓆩♡𓆪 A brief public advertisement appears in all three realms and at the Hemp Necktie Inn, using local scribes. Despite the large, eye catching font, there is sizeable blank space left on the parchment. 𓆩♡𓆪 Arcane Wielders! Seeking a challenge with lucrative payment opportunities? Sign your name on t...

𓆩♡𓆪 A brief public advertisement appears in all three realms and at the Hemp Necktie Inn, using local scribes. Despite the large, eye catching font, there is sizeable blank space left on the parchment. 𓆩♡𓆪 Arcane Wielders! Seeking a challenge with lucrative payment opportunities? Sign your name on t...

𓆩♡𓆪 A brief public advertisement appears in all three realms and at the Hemp Necktie Inn, using local scribes. Despite the large, eye catching font, there is sizeable blank space left on the parchment. 𓆩♡𓆪 Arcane Wielders! Seeking a challenge with lucrative payment opportunities? Sign your name on t...

“How are your dreams?” Yridia’s casual question crept into their conversation like unseen roots. There was always something deeper with her—an unspoken weight born from experience, from her quiet concern for all living things. Perception is everyone’s reality. Nala never warred with her intuition, a...

Julibe cursed under her breath as the fair winds ebbed and swirled. Like the sun on her face, she could feel the breeze turning fickle. Every seasoned sailor knew when a storm brewed. Before dark clouds welled on the horizon or thunder clapped, there was always a tell—in the way the waves struck the...

Mind, body, and soul—having all three shredded within a week drew a dry, sardonic laugh from Nala’s lips. The involuntary act sent pain lancing through her side, forcing her to slump to the right. Without the potent healing poultice surging through her veins, knitting her wounds back together, she w...

How could he not love her? Of course, he loved her. Nala didn’t need to know their history—love had no formula, no obligation to reason or fairness. It simply was. Some pieces fit together effortlessly. Others might connect, but the right one completed the soul entirely—if you were lucky, if you wer...

If Nala’s laugh favored a lark at times, Gwen was the living embodiment of one—a melody of untamed joy. On the second market day of Naras, the pair filled the Hemp Necktie Inn’s grounds with unfettered laughter and pleasant conversation, though rumors might spread about a man named Alen in the days ...

The silvered dagger in her hand and lap bore the weight and signs that it had been used to carve the name Dalia into the palm tree now shading her from the waking sun. In her other hand, a piece of parchment bearing the Cadomyr census seal spilled onto the sand along with her white linen dress as sh...

She found herself near Cadomyr again. This time, she sat with her fur boots dangling over the edge of a suspended rope bridge in the middle of the Kantabi Desert. She’d been told slavery had been outlawed in the lands, but the stilted stone dwellings and slatted platforms interconnected by the swing...

Ahead in the distance, a breeze whispered through the hollow, its touch yearning to caress the branches and budding leaves, but the mire had taken its toll. More trees were dead than alive, fewer still thriving. Yet, a tug pulled at her chest and mind. Amongst the dead and dying things and the muck,...

I love the feeling of a guild! Being able to build your own in-game buildings is a really nice feature! I have no idea how any of it works but it is fun to watch and see the progress. Not to mention the company makes it all feel very immersive! On topic, Bernie, Flannery, Malchus, S'rrt, Mirai, Lady...

With help from Half-Hung, Nala pins a piece of vellum reinforced with a leather backing at the Inn. At the top, a golden honey kissed crest may smolder and flicker in sunny rays or resist nightly hues with flecks of gilded paint and inlay. Beneath the crest, a steady hand writes in clear and concis...

If Malchus’ hunt had been delayed a day or Nala chose the Northern Woods over her trek through the Elstree Forest that morning, Nargun might’ve laughed himself drunk. With a twist of fate, poor Malchus could’ve found himself chasing a phantom as Nala’s footprints would’ve been all over the Northern ...

I want to thank everyone that wandered up to the fire pit at the Hemp or Troll’s Haven (whatever players like to call it!). Malchus, Nalcaryos, Flannery, Yansa, and S’rrt! It was great to be a part of a bard roleplay! Nal and Flannery played so well together! Very believable and immersive. Flannery ...

I want to thank everyone that wandered up to the fire pit at the Hemp or Troll’s Haven (whatever players like to call it!). Malchus, Nalcaryos, Flannery, Yansa, and S’rrt! It was great to be a part of a bard roleplay! Nal and Flannery played so well together! Very believable and immersive. Flannery ...

We can all be fools in the moment, a turn of phrase away from what we truly mean- want to say. In the quiet, everything harmonizes, but in the moment, nuance and emotions take on a mind of their own and steer us off course. We stare too long, we cross words with others, our bodies react symbolically...