• Ambrosine wrote a new journal: A Turn of Events 3 months ago

    Niklas was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he was startled when a Seraph stopped him as he rounded the corner for home. There was a small flurry of activity outside the front door, and his heart […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: Lone Wolf, Redux 1 year, 6 months ago

    The guild mostly learned of Tove’s return when they heard her voice echo through the guild hall, although she declined to show herself at first.

    The hall was a strange place, acoustically, and one walking […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: Lone Wolf 1 year, 10 months ago

    Tove walked slowly through the snow. Her strides were short and methodical, shoving through snow and tamping it down, making space for the steps of the wolf behind her.

    Once, it had been the other way around, […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: Season of Scars 2 years ago

    Rikvi Farseer made her way to the infirmary. Every so often she had to stop and wait for the visions to stop crowding so close, or for Raven’s wings to part enough that she knew where she was putting one foot in […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: The Longest Night 2 years, 1 month ago

    Wintersday Eve: Tove

    The ranger flitted about in the early evening, wolf at her heels, dropping presents on doorsteps. The gifts were as varied as their recipients–meat, hides, obscure recipes, carved noisy […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: Rikvi's Report 2 years, 5 months ago

    Rikvi’s report is done in her own, crisp hand–but thoroughly notated by her assistant Ceridwen.

    My apologies for the lateness of this report, Commander. I won’t make excuses–we know how I am by now. I had the […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: A Study In Feelings 3 years ago

    Tove drifted through the guild hall, and with no real goal in mind, blinked when she found herself on Fiel’s doorstep. Well, not that any of them really had doors, but figuratively, that’s where she was. (And she […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: This Is Friendship 3 years, 1 month ago

    “Ambro, I don’t know what to wear.” Niklas said breathlessly from the entryway to the infirmary.

    Which was a better entrance than the last one she’d gotten, she had to admit. “To what?” 

    Niklas eyed the one […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: A Study in Folly 3 years, 1 month ago

     

    Tove showed up in the doorway of the infirmary, a wan and hungry wraith. “Don’t tell Cap I’m back yet,” she said, and promptly fell over.

    Ambrosine was able to keep Tove’s head from hitting the floor and […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: A Study in Hunger 3 years, 1 month ago

    Rikvi’s desk is arranged with rigid precision, yet for all of that, it feels chaotic. There isn’t an uncovered inch, and in fact, the books and notes have spread onto half of her student’s desk as well.

    But the […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: A Study of Bone(skinners) 3 years, 2 months ago

    Tove glanced out across the wind-sculpted snow and frowned. Everything about the Bjora Marches set her on edge, akin to catching a whiff of rot at random intervals.

    Or perhaps that was exactly what was […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: Going To That F*cking Place 3 years, 2 months ago

    Going To That Fucking Place:
    Fighting the Telling Man and Dragging Etrax’s Brothers Out By Their Ears
     

    Something something cursed city. It wasn’t their first, and it probably wouldn’t be their last, eith […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: How Tove is Coping with Drizzlewood 3 years, 5 months ago

    Tove lay on her bed and stared up at the gilded ceiling. Randulfr had gotten quite disgusted with her and sprawled across her chest. He would periodically lick her chin.

    There were a couple of things that might […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: [GW2] Bloodied 3 years, 6 months ago

    Nik reported to the infirmary like the dutiful man that he was.

    Also, he’d known Ambrosine since they were young and she could read him like an open book, so there was no point in trying to be sly. Besides, he e […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: [GW2] A Hallow Return 3 years, 6 months ago

    The sisters returned, one in the arms of the other.

    Kolfinna may have been taller than Pyri but she had nothing resembling the warrior’s bulk, and the last few steps were stumbles. The two skyscales trailed b […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: [GW2] Spreading Frost 3 years, 6 months ago

    As soon as Tove walked out of sight of the others, she fell to her knees and vomited bile and blood. Anaphora curled her neck over Tove worriedly, whuffling into her hair. Tove reached up and gave the skyscale a […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: [GW2] Birds of a Feather 3 years, 6 months ago

    Tove kept it together by focusing on the injured sylvari, even after his transfer to the infirmary. Ambrosine was better with the ‘detail work’, but Tove’s magic worked better with sylvari and…well.

    She neede […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: Drizzlewood Vignettes 3 years, 8 months ago

    “Tove asked me to seek you out, that we may reach out to Whispers contacts,” Ambrosine said as she sat down to tea with Xia. She couldn’t fully keep the smirk off her face.

    “Ah, so they haven’t sussed you out yet […]

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