The letter is penned in a fine script, though it is too precise to be hand written. Penned either by magic or machine is uncertain, but the ink is a deep purple that is almost black until the light hits it a certain way, and on a crisp parchment. Mr. Reed Ingrams, It has come […]
The night is warm and thick in Lion’s Arch. The encroaching summer causes the wet sea air to settle and crawl through streets despite the breeze. Spring sighs under it’s humid weight amongst a chorus of cicadas as it clings to it’s few remaining weeks. Isolde Blackstone’s eyes open, and her consciousness is greeted by […]