[[Ambiance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LVfsrS7fUk]] I could be in trouble here. Yes, yes indeedy I could.  The rain pounded her. She let it, let the driving storm and rain threaten to knock her off her p […]

[A letter, of course, lies amidst scattered rose petals blanketing Zetera’s bed. How Ana got in when the door was locked… well, best not think on that. The petals are the same shade as her hair, a deep rich […]

Night, brittle cold and clear in Stormheim; not a wisp of cloud covered the starry sky. Away from the main continents, the hustle and bustle and light pollution, the cosmos splayed out in glorious array, diamonds […]

[A small parchment package contains a note, and… a strange piece of jewelry-?]  Aunne- I saw this after we talked on the beech by the oshin. It looked like the sunset and warm. It was part of one whole shell. I […]

[Zetera finds a letter on her bed, artfully placed on her pillow, with… Valentine’s gifts?]

[A package for Zetera arrives. It’s… a vase, made out of… what looks like a demon’s heart, hardened and preserved. Sticking out of the various veins and arteries, and a hole carved in the top, are beautiful, […]

Cael is slow to recover.  And even though she makes progress, something is a little off, still. A little different. She eats and sleeps, plenty of both, considering how malnourished and broken her body is, how […]

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Graphic descriptions of sensory deprivation, violence and bloodshed. In-depth exploration of mental trauma. Graphic descriptions of torture.  x                 Maladaptive Coping Mechanism  […]

When she gets back home, Kun-Yi finds something very, very interesting on her bed: a bunch of assorted herbs native to Stormheim, and a note.  Hey Cutie-Yi Hanging out was fun. We should do it again. Don’t feel […]

WARNING: Potentially graphic content ahead. No overt triggers at this time, but it’s not pretty.    *******   The dreadlord lashed out with a terrifying ROAR. Cael, positioned in the holy fire, realized too lat […]

[Written in the rough, leather bound red journal in Cael’s tent. Her handwriting is… marginally improved, as has her spelling. Marginally. Scratchouts remain, though, and grammar is… still a work in progress.] […]

[On parchment and slightly smudged, as if written in a wet environment.] Dear Mister McBride, It is me Cael agen. Lody is doing a little better since [scratchout] getting the Angel’s Teer. She held it and prayed […]

Cael is a bit different, the last few days. She seems tired, like she hasn’t been sleeping well, and she’s out of Greywatch on another long patrol almost as soon as she gets in. A new dagger decorates her belt, […]

[The letter comes attached to the handle of a sword, left in Koryander’s tent on her bed. It’s still sharp, though it has clearly seen service in war, if not for some years now. An unusual jewel sits in the center […]

[The handwriting is marginally improved, this time around, as is the spelling, but it still needs work. However, it’s clear someone has been practicing.] Sielic, I am sorry I have not written agen to you. It has […]

[It’s short, a bit hasty, and the parchment has seen some wear.] Aunne,  I am thinking [scratchout] maybe I will go looking for Etsiyona soon. I do not know if I will be helpful but I want to try. I was thinking […]

The old family sword was indeed sharp enough to still lop off an ogre’s arm, to quote Alandir McBride, Lodianne’s father, who may have lost his physical ability to fight, but NOT his fighting spirit. It left her […]

[Written very, very carefully, with a surprising lack of scratchouts, for those who know her. It is clear time and effort was taken on this letter, despite the poor spelling and strange phrasing.]  Dear Mister […]

The pleasant ache of honest, hard work in her arms made Cael pause a moment as she sat back on her heels and regarded the fruits of her labors. The sun was out today, and warmed her in happy contrast to the cool […]

{{Response to http://templarsoftherose.net/trgn/journals/post/1593 by Aunne. Screw you and your damn feels inducing babies. That is all.}} [In the typical poor handwriting, smudged now with dirt, a little. The […]