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Late evening sun painted the forest floor with dappled light, scarcely able to break through the dense ceiling of leaves carried by the ancient trees of the Mythic Forest. With sore paws, worn from traversing the forest and the heights of its trees in search of Lightsong’s claymore, the crowd of kebs that had come to aid in the search had gradually thinned as the sun crossed the sky, and it was seeming more and more...

“I knew I’d never seen you around the Red Forest before,” Baph commented, glancing back over his shoulder at the pale keb following in the deep trough he was gouging in the snow, “We almost missed you in the snow.”   Ghost averted his eyes while trailing behind the massive keb; he really had been lucky that they’d come across him, but he was relucta...

The chill of the snowy mountain air was settling into the bones of the lithe keb that was struggling to stay aloft on the fresh snowdrifts. Ghost’s long, thin legs sank deep into the snow and found little purchase— the flurries overnight had added at least three more feet since the day before and between the effort and the cold he was already beginning to feel his energy starting to wane. ...

★ CRYPTID HUNTING 03 ★ The night wore on, with the moon rising high into the inky sky and a cool breeze brought with it cold air and mist that began to gather between the trees. Truly the Northern Forest was a perfect setting for a night like tonight, and though Sorrel had been quite spooked earl...

★ CRYPTID HUNTING 02 ★ Traversing the woods via path was one thing, but trying to make their way through the underbrush where no such walkway had been prepared was entirely something else; especially in the dark. The cool Autumn air blew through the thickets, causing branches to sway and shake dy...

★ CRYPTID HUNTING 01 ★   “Papa! Papa we’re gonna be late!” The excitable shouts of a small voice were unmissable in the cosy main room of the forest cabin, “We gotta go-! Oof-“  The russet-coated kit was cut off by a large, dark paw plopping down on his head, scruffing his mane...

Although Helix has felt as though it was far longer, the battle was over within only a handful of hours as both sides began to wear down their supply of weapons and ammunition and the amount of ‘casualties’ in the form of some exhausted pirates and merkebs taking breathers on both sides was growing by the minute. Soon an end to the fighting was called as Charydbis ...

Helix was surrounded by chaos on all sides as Charydbis’ speech had come to a roaring conclusion and every keb present was pumped to begin the fight. There was no doubt that they weren’t the only ones as the rippling shockwaves of several cannon blasts signalled the challenge from above where three great ships now cast their shadows down on the ocean’s population, filled to the brim with pirates looking to pick a fight. ...

The climate of the Cursed Crescent’s waters were hardly what most would consider ‘welcoming’, considering the gloomy darkness that shrouded so much of it in a grey-blue light and the freezing currents were not exactly anyone's first choice of a swimming destination. This was even more true when the individual in question was a visitor from the much more tropical ...

The soft breeze that rippled over the open fields of the Eastern Flower Fields caused the dense carpet of purple, blue and green flowers to shimmer like waves in the ocean. In the distance rose great misty mountains that framed the fields, and just beyond them one could catch a glimpse of the glistening waves of the ocean they bordered. A fluttering of wings carried over the picturesque scenery as three pigeons appeared, riding the gentle currents of air in playful swoops and circles w...

~*~ The Celebration Begins! ~*~   As the next welcoming battle began between friends and newcomers alike, Valkyrie was sure to give her commendations to Lethe for the fine fight she’d engaged in with Ingvar. Beyond the lighthearted wounds of having drawn a tie in their short spar, both Lethe and Ingvar shared a ...

~*~ Welcome! LET'S FIGHT! ~*~   Not long after her paws had first touched the rough-hewn pebbles of Frostfell, Lethe emerged from the comparatively warm tavern where she’d eaten and drank her fill out into the frigid air of the snowy capital.She shook her head, ruffling her mane up which would protect her neck against the biting chill of the wind and her eyes followed the meandering crowd until they settled in a small crowd th...

~*~ The Journey Begins ~*~   The calling of gulls did nothing to mask the groan of old, thick timber from the hull of the great boat docked nearby, and the cool, salt-scented breeze full the noses of every passing keb that filled the busy sea port in anticipation of boarding.Voices called out from all around while the crew ...