Finchbearer Mar 13, 2023 Sollin seemed as old as the sea, and as arcane and wise as the great albatross that roamed the skies above the great coastal plains.
Sollin seemed as old as the sea, and as arcane and wise as the great albatross that roamed the skies above the great coastal plains.
Righmath Feb 14, 2023 I’m thinking about a book club or some type of book reviewing thread/stream, but primarily aimed for my dearest MS members…
I’m thinking about a book club or some type of book reviewing thread/stream, but primarily aimed for my dearest MS members…
Finchbearer Jan 30, 2023 Could this be the answer? Spending time with a scholar of the Dark Arts seemed as though it could offer its own sort of excitement.
Could this be the answer? Spending time with a scholar of the Dark Arts seemed as though it could offer its own sort of excitement.
Finchbearer Jan 27, 2023 Rose was not just a peasant, but a woman too. Used to accepting her fate and stripped of any choice, this presented an interesting opportunity.
Rose was not just a peasant, but a woman too. Used to accepting her fate and stripped of any choice, this presented an interesting opportunity.
CrazyWolf1996 Jan 5, 2023 I just completed the first rough draft of my story, and I feel so drained, but accomplished. I'm gonna go eat ice cream now.
I just completed the first rough draft of my story, and I feel so drained, but accomplished. I'm gonna go eat ice cream now.
Finchbearer Jan 5, 2023 He slept more soundly than he had done in a long time as he awoke to the sound of the sea, the sun shone brightly through the small window, creating a beam of floating, rolling air.
He slept more soundly than he had done in a long time as he awoke to the sound of the sea, the sun shone brightly through the small window, creating a beam of floating, rolling air.
Finchbearer Jan 4, 2023 The Three Sisters wake from their deathly slumber to roam the cobbled streets of the town, taking the souls of the unwitting.
The Three Sisters wake from their deathly slumber to roam the cobbled streets of the town, taking the souls of the unwitting.
Finchbearer Dec 31, 2022 I watched her scrub the blood stained linen. Diluted pink liquid running down each of her delicate olive toned hands.
I watched her scrub the blood stained linen. Diluted pink liquid running down each of her delicate olive toned hands.
Finchbearer Dec 31, 2022 Ancient unknown. The thickening scent of earth heady with decay, rotting things and rebirth.
S.T. Ockenner Patrick-Leigh S.T. Ockenner wrote on Patrick-Leigh's profile. Dec 5, 2022 What progress have you made recently? I haven't heard from you in a while, or heard anything about your world in a while.
What progress have you made recently? I haven't heard from you in a while, or heard anything about your world in a while.
WritesWithUnicorns Jul 21, 2022 There's a Unicorn running around here somewhere causing all kinds of mischief. Word on the street is she's having a blast!
There's a Unicorn running around here somewhere causing all kinds of mischief. Word on the street is she's having a blast!