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The north wall stables are busy at this hour, a place where visitors from every walk of life drift through. Farmers with wagons, pilgrims with mules, a pair of mercenaries lingering by the water trough, and a few of Koldamar’s town guards—helmets loose, chatting idly instead of standing sharp. The ...

As you step into the hollowed archives of the royal palace, the hush is immediate. The room is square and hearth fire crackles. Shelves line the walls and cradle dozen of books— their presence feels weightier than their number. At the very center stands a stout wooden lectern, rooted like a pillar,...

((Hoping I can help frame and maintain enthusiasm and fun for my character Lyssara’s ongoing roleplay. All are welcome to react to recent events in an IC, immersive manner)) Galmair, the city of gold and opportunity, sat cold beneath the mountains that crowned it—a place where merchants fattened the...

By decree of Her Majesty, Queen Rosaline Edwards of Cadomyr, Let it be known that the reckless aggression of the pirates shall no longer stain the lands blessed by Zhambra’s light. Their failed assault upon the city and repeated escalations have already claimed the lives of no fewer than fifty raid...

On behalf of the Royal Builder, We thank our allies and supporters to the realm for timely and generous donations! Zhambra has truly blessed us! We are pleased to report the supply list is complete for the Royal Builder's final review. Further announcements will be posted if additional materials ar...

Upon fine parchment, stamped with the mark of the Royal Builder of Cadomyr and sealed in wax with the notary’s insignia affirming Dame Nala Thorhild’s station, the following notice is posted for all citizens and allies of the realm to see. By approval of Lady Inara Valdris of the Knight Court, and ...

The common room hums with quiet conversation, the scent of woodsmoke and old ale heavy in the air. You’ve been speaking of your need for horses—perhaps louder than intended—when a voice from nearby cuts through the background noise. A lanky stablehand, no more than twenty summers, leans an elbow on...

((Just prose, nothing keen to the quest)) How could anyone ever leave? As a child, you’re told the legends—lessons laced with warning. The priests and priestesses speak of miracles, of faith, of resolve. And if you’re lucky enough to have devoted parents—loving ones—they do all they can to raise you...

((Feel free to DM me if you want to participate.)) The wars ended, but the land didn’t heal. The old empire cracks at the edges while its cities whisper promises they no longer keep. Trade rolls in with the tide, but so do refugees, sell-swords, pilgrims, and worse. The gods are still worshiped in t...

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 ...