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Well, if Redley's vessel was any sort of indicator of how things went... chaotic would be the only appropriate answer.Things had gone exactly as planned amongst the pirates; orange dye splattered all over the deck. Covering many of the merkebs, turning them into 'goldfish'- a fun and silly jest in this large scale game of tag. And it certainly wasn't lost on the lot as a few merkebs had hung around to...

After crossing Callaway's ship, it wasn't long before the hub leader's bow lead Redley's own closer into the waters surrounding the Broken Reef. Flags flying to signal friendliness and 'follow me' to any other ships in the water that wished to join the side of piracy and whatever shenanigans such a choice entailed. After all, troublemakers had more fun.And they often had taller tales to tell.Once docked, Re...

While many creatures lingered in the darkness of the deep, some abandoned the cold abyss in favor of the wanderer's tide. Preferring the ebb and flow of the ocean or the rocking of ships against the waves. And some, well, some preferred the flight of a black flag. Abandoning peace and calm waters for the rush brought on by treasures stolen from both above and below the waves.Redley was one such kebanzu- a lurker of the...

It was rare that Redley found themselves amongst the island hubs. Despite being a creature of the sea, often traversing the land from shore to shore... rarely did his wanderlust draw him out further into the waters. Island's distant coasts were unable to bring him to their ports, though it might have been for good reason. For the dark kebanzu, the islands didn't yet hold someone (or something) that he held dear enough to ...

Blades and shields cast aside, most greetings to Frostfell had come to an end by the time night fell. The clang of swords or clash of shields only belonged now to a few stragglers; those coming on ships delayed by distance or darker tides. But that was no worry for Julius; his spar in greeting had already come to an end.And he found himself pushed back, disarmed; a loss.His rival had pushed him. But... a lo...

"Wake up fella, we're here!"The boisterous call from the helm could rouse nearly anyone from their slumber; the jovial Captain's laugh sounded an alarm of arrival. Julius was no exception to this and soon enough the dark, antlered kebanzu was roused awake. His light-brown eyes scanned the boat in a sleepy haze before drifting towards the coast.He could make it out clearly, hooked ice encircling a port of bo...

Once again he could hear it.Waves crashing against the floes, the creek of wooden beams, the flutter of cloth against the masts above... and the bellow of a distant horn, calling out to all who might be tempted to heed it. An obscure mix of sounds that brought forth nostalgia and a sense of melancholy. As though one hadn't been home in too far long.And for Julius...That was simply the case....

If Harvey had to be honest, this wasn't how he expected to spend his holiday.The snow was too thick, the wind was too strong, and the night was starting to feel too dang long. This ride had become boring, dull, too quiet... not to mention lonesome. If he had to be honest with himself, that's what was getting to him the most. Being alone. Usually, by now, he was at the Holliday Homestead; the place the side of his famil...

Terryn had to admit, he was a little nervous.Maybe a little embarrassed too.While the guild had more or less welcomed him with open arms, the self-taught mage often caught himself pulling away from invitations. Offers to join festivities, dinners, parties... everything really. And he was no introvert. He had joined extravagant get-togethers at the most memorable venues, and dinners at long tables s...

At least everything was back in order.The broken glass had been safely cleared, the intruding snow had been cleared or melted away, and the previously abandoned treats now found their way to happy guests. By the time Nomad had finished helping Yule, the wanderer had to admit- he was a bit worn out! As someone who kept little on them, they couldn't imagine playing the part of the host; and that was without thin...

Everything was so bright, fun, and just exciting in general. Old but familiar faces swapped new stories, some of the youngsters ran around, and many were still helping with a few last touches of decor. A fair bit was going on.So much so that it almost wasn't so surprising when there was a crash from the kitchen.For a tic, Nomad stepped from the main room- ears perked and curious at what could have ...

Invitations from both familiar and friendly faces were always welcome.The letter had come, a little yellowed parchment adorned with patterns nearly as charming as the sender. Nomad had met Yule before and considering the time of year it was no surprise the particularly festive kebanzu was putting together plans for a meetup. After all, they seemed to wander from hub to hub every year- spreading the merriment wherever t...

The holidays always brought good fun and plenty of family togetherness- the fall season especially seemed to be the favorite of many. It was surprisingly bright and cheery, despite the usual coziness offered by the rustic reds and warm yellows of fall. Few could escape Autumn's charm- and Harvey was no exception to this.The cowboy kebanzu had found his way from the dry red deserts to the more lush, tree-filled woodland...

While the UVU couldn't quite capture the spirit of the haunted house on the hill in the same way some more naturalistic hubs could... A little magitech and good lighting still offered it some of the scariercharm that any good haunted house needed. Enough so that it could give even braver kebanzu a little pause; some reconsidering just how fun a haunted house might actually be once they risked stepping inside.W...

The day was cool, breezy, and a little cloudy- the pinks of oranges of a late afternoon just starting to mark the shift into a chilly nightfall. Yet even this drearier, quiet weather did little to calm some of the fall season excitement that seemed to be brewing in different parts of the hillside fields and meadows.Out in the distance, a corn maze and wagon trail called the grassier hillsides home. Breaking up and away...