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Well... this was certainly a situation.In trying to solve what was wrong with the radio, Reiner had dropped it once the haunting entity screeched and yowled. It was an accident, truly, but such a slight did finally cause the haunting entity to come forth. Yet instead of some dangerous ghoul or frightening monster, it was a sprite. Small and yowling in distress over the now-damaged radio. While it had intended to prank ...

One would think the doorway creaking open might have scared them off.It might have worked- if bravado wasn't something Kalim possessed far too much of. That and pride were the only things keeping the knight from admitting that he was now a bit uneasy. Stories and tall tales were one thing but hints of truth were... something else.To put it quite bluntly.Once inside the cabin, the duo's ...

"Kalim?""Yes?""This is ridiculous."Before them sat what would have been a quaint, charming cabin in its prime. Two grand stories, circular windows bordered by intricate woodland carvings, and a cute stone chimney reaching up from behind its tallest peak; whoever built this had pinpointed the very definition of cozy and wrote this cabin right into the entry. At least- that was how it mig...

"Y'know, this seems like karma for all of our rival jokes."Confetti couldn't help but look over their fiery red outfit, flames traveling up the sides. 'The Cardinals' was written in a heavy text along the back; it was eye-catching, bold, fiery- all things Confetti might very well consider themselves. However, there was one huge problem with being on the red team during these events.Kaipo, their roommate, ha...

No matter your age, there was some sort of event for everyone to participate in. For younger active athletes there was a large variety of sports, for more laid-back kebs there were fishing or cornhole events, and of course, for the little ones, there were smaller events such as building sandcastles and even different ages for tug-of-war. So regardless of one's energy level or age, they could find something to participate in and he...

From the farthest sides of the beach, everyone could smell the stew boiling over; exotic spices intermingling with fresh cuts and crisp vegetables. A few other cooks had even put together side dishes that had nearly every beachgoer awaiting the bell that would signal serving time was up. While the stew itself smelled delightful no one could resist looking over everything else as they waited; crisp salads, fresh breads, cheese-cove...

This was the worst idea ever.Sara couldn't believe they even agreed to it; yet here they were, sitting on a racing skiff watching Treasure prepare for the race that would be starting soon. While the ram-horned keb was no fan of the ocean, their companion had wanted them to come along for moral support and for a chance to see what sailing was like up close. An opportunity to show the other how it was done....

With the festivities in full swing, everyone seemed to fall into what made them most comfortable. Some parents and calmer kebs were helping watch runaway or fussy little ones, older kebs were relaying stories, and some larger renfair had even showed up to help with high decor and heavy lifting. Some craftier sorts were selling wares or decorating place settings, would-be cooks were learning how to chop ingredients while senior coo...

When the invitation slipped its way through the mail slot, Song recognized it immediately. A lovely invitation of bright oranges and pinks bordered by the brightest blue waves and stamped with a sand dollar as yellow as the summer sunshine. Every year it came and every year the renfair was prepared to make their journey to the event; especially since glass craft was their forte and seaglass sold well at seaside stalls....

Supposedly something lurked in the volcano's core, a terrifying beast that guarded over gilded ash and molten diamond. A creature far larger than anything else that called Terramesia's vast wilds home. Its story had been passed around for some time; the tales grew bigger with each retelling. Some had been tempted to look in the caverns that trailed further down into the molten depths, but so far little truth to the tale had been f...

It was early in the day but even the cool of fading nighttime did little to combat the quickly rising temperatures. Every new ray of sunshine that peaked over the horizon seemed to splash a new wave of warmth over the landscape. For some, this meant their day was just getting started, for others... well...They might already be regretting any attempts at combatting the heat."C'mon Treasure, is that reall...

For quite some time there was little to be found.The pair of knights had little to show for a long day's efforts; the sun was starting to hang low and lazy in the sky, threatening to dip below the horizon with each minute that passed. Even the hors were getting antsy beneath their saddles- heads bobbing and tails swishing as each step brought them closer and closer to tested patience. And yet...Kalim and Re...

The amount who had arrived to offer their eyes and ears to Light Song was no surprise; when called by a deity one does not simply refuse such a summons. Still, it was surprising- it was rare to see so many of their own willing to trek beyond the comfort of their home hubs.Even more surprising... it was not only knights, rangers, and others of that sort who arrived.Merchants, crafters- some seeking ...

"You know..." There was a pause, "I thought you'd be more interested in the plight of a deity."The spring sun hung overhead, golden rays casting down onto the treetops to dapple the ground below with light. Light breezes rustled the shady greens while all manner of creatures darted in and out of the underbrush. Smaller wildlife darted away, avoiding the rhythmic footsteps of a pair of hors carrying their rider...

The breeze brought something new to the crossing. What had simply been the nip of autumn chill before now brought flakes of snow; the little ornate shapes skittering about the breeze. It seemed the migration wasn't much further out now and many kebanzu eagerly awaited the herd's arrival at the fjord crossing. The water is rich and blue- still, for now. A clear mirror that soon would find its cover rippled underfoot of the Torodon ...

It was warm, cozy even, in this part of the ruins. While more energetic personalities gathered around larger fires to tell stories and build friendships, other kebanzu rested and relaxed in smaller nooks; many were waiting to continue their journeys once they were warm and rested. Amongst the latter were Terryn and Oliver- the duo finding a warm and quiet peace among one of the quieter alcoves. The front of it was covered in thick...

Even the bone-chilling frost of winter couldn't deter the curious and bold spirit... nor the stubbornness of those intent to hold tightly to old traditions and distant memories. Or, if you were anything like Julius, the shivering winds could not deter you because you were a bit of both. With a stubborn will and pleasant company, the dark-coated keb had traveled far north through the ice and snow; he was donned in leathers and furs...

The eyes behind them kept their distance; they were unusually high up, a deep green that locked onto Emmet and Draven while something stomped against the dirt path. Hooves? The only thing that tall with hooves would be a Stalk Walker... but the dark silhouette seemed... different. While the duo could only just make it out in the shadows it seemed off; moving with a sway.Not to mention...Stalk Walke...

The duo had started the night with sillier intent; neither believing in otherworldly beasts lurking in the dark. If anything they thought moonlit shadows might excite the imagination but little more than that. After all, they were both braver and bolder natures; they were far too rough and tumble to find themselves spooked by thinking back to old stories. Especially since nothing would really be out here- except for maybe the stra...