Tales of Airethe: The Rise of Alysa
Damora is a small township that lies in the southern region of the domain of Angalon. It is not an especially violent place but it does like upon the sea that the people of Angalon call the Vast and therefore attracts all manners of different folk from...
Here there be dragons (mean ones too!)
From the logs of R. Brawne, Captain of the Othello, Somewhere over Eternus: We had heard the rumours of the fantastic wealth being found across the Vast in those wild lands we call Eternus. Unlike our homelands of Airethe, that expanse of wilderness...
Saving Vasilisa
Nikodim Morozova sits in the small room with the single window that allows in a glistening shaft of moonlight to spill upon the floor. He appears to be a young man to any casual observer but, for those who gaze into his eyes, his true age is...
Day 3 (Rough copy)
_Alessandra DuMourier rises before dawn, slipping out of the tent to stretch and see just what the new day has to offer her. If she had any dreams they do not seem to weigh on the woman. Her coat is hung over her arm, leaving her shoulders exposed to...
Day 2 (Rough copy)
_High Plains Drifter rouses Edward not long after dawn, bidding him to retrieve the horses and secure them to the carriage._ _He does not intentionally awaken Alessa, watching her sleep for a time, as he stands there in his dark overcoat that hangs...
Day 1 (rough copy)
_High Plains Drifter sits in the shadowy comfort of his carriage, upright upon the cushioned seat, one hand clutched upon the head of his cane. To the outside eye, he has the aspect and manner of a gentleman of this age, the age of steam and industrial...
Alessandra's Journal- Part 3
Well my lovelies, I promised you we would revisit the rest of this strange scene when I recovered my senses and so I keep my promise. Let it not be said that I am less than a woman of my word. ....but first you must surrender yourself to me.' The...
Alessandra's Journal- Part 2
Of course my short time with sven only awoke my desire and dreams of flight. It was one of those things, like the flare of a raging fire, it burned fast and soon enough we drifted apart. I returned to my life, haunting the forest's edges along a most...
Alessandra's Journal- part 1
The lovely and luscious Alessa DuMourier here, pleased to meet your acquaintance. I apologize that you have stumbled into my lair in such a state of disarray, but since you're here anyway perhaps I might be of some help to you. The pages contained here...