(reading guide: Ghosts are Italicized, living are “quoted”, “when both, singing together”, Caps is shouting) Candles are set in a large circle along the runes of the protected zone in the hideout, a task […]

The smell of this island, the sweet fruit, the salt spray, the clear air…to outsiders it was intoxicating. To a sixteen year old boy who has never left it, it was a very pretty prison, only taking occasional […]

Silverware, chopsticks, buttons, writing quills…still needs improving…but a gun… Argus fires at the target, hitting just left of dead center “Better…” He makes some adjustments, the floating, moving […]

Mission successful Argus slumps against the wall, eventually dragged over to a bed in the infirmary, beads of sweat running down his face. While it was no longer bleeding, there was a indiscruabable pain where […]

Thunderous beats of hammer to steel, ring like church bells as the Wintersday season returns. Argus sits, leg cocked up on the chair, watching a smith work. He drew the designs himself, while the recipient […]

Argus sits in his little nook, a small room within the guild hall, tucked away along the water level. Maybe it was the calm waters, or the damp smell of the rocks, but he found this place most at home. He finishes […]

The familiar smells and sounds of the Mad King’s festival was in the air, enough pumpkin scents to choke someone to death. The number of masked party goers made slipping into Divinity’s Reach all too simple, and […]

  In the depths of the guild hall, tucked away in a small corner, the serene silence is broken with a fit of hoarse, gnarled coughing. A horrid relching follows as a figure turns over the side of his bed, […]

An aged figure steps into a postal office, a package and letter in hand. Leaning heavily on his staff, he sets the items on the counter, as well as some gold, with a soft smile. He sends off his packages, and […]

The wind carried the scent of the sea, mixing with the smell of the hot cup of tea before the pale haired man. He brings the piping hot brew to his lips, and takes a gentle sip, sighing contently as he relaxes. He […]

In Gilneas, the land of rain, there are stories told to every child, even the street-rats and witches tell them. Stories to inspire, to warn, and to soothe, And among them, one stretches back before anyone can […]

Sleep…. i almost forgot how terrifying it is.    Sleep does a mind good they say, does a body better, people who say thet have never woken up with a dagger in their chest, or against their neck. Still… the s […]

Tears…it seems that Gilneas is always crying, the people outside the wall weep for their lives, as the undead and worgen tore them apart, the people inside the walls weep for their lost friends and the slow […]

Darkness, all consuming darkness, a tomb that should be filled with the fallen, instead littered with relics and treasures, the bones that once resided there strewn about in tatters. The demon hunter leaps from […]