lore story

It was a burning, roiling light that woke the crimson Ksat. By all accounts, she should’ve been awake already. She lay in a field of wheat, where the stalks, set ablaze at the tip like candelabras, could put her homeland's stars to shame. Yet, she felt no pain. Her scales remained plastered to...

---------------- ♪ ---------------- Rain plummeted down from the sky that late afternoon. It seemed to be endless. The Archblood sprinted up the hill, slipping one or twice from the rain that touched the dirt. Dirt had long gotten on the bottom of her dress, leaving behind a few stains...

Serene snow fell on the cobbles of the Regalian street that was soundless, save the crunching of fur boots upon it. The wearer of the boots was a young Qadir, no more than twenty-five, who shivered as she briskly walked the dim and lonely path, presumably to her residence to find sanctuary and...

The Qadir wrote with a passion mustering all his tact and eloquence into the words etched upon parchment. He had to convince Hernandez, he had to convince the Asaltadors to grant his desire...her desire for vengeance. "Dear Brother, I write after these many departed years to make a request...

Ghost eyes followed ‘round the vacant room, the only sounds being that of the bustling spiders keeping the extra film of grime off the ancient tomes, and Mirabella’s thoughts. Internal voices jabbed in the left ear, then the right, resulting in perpetual warfare between logic and sympathy...

┏━━━━•❃°•°•°❃•━━━━┓ “I felt for the tormented whirlwinds, damned for their cardinal sins, committed when they let their passions rule their reason.” - Dante Aligieri. Drip. Drip. Drip. The sounds of the soft rainfall pattering against cobbled roads was all the Saivale could force herself...

The following is the scribblings of a troubled Nelfin locked within the confines of Krakenburg. It would not see the light of day, nor would it come into contact with others, so it is most fittingly placed here. Each line represents a line on a typical sheet of paper, and the superficially...

As the Url sat before the ever burning flame of the Fire Union, amidst the fading ruin of the Fire Union Temple. He touched a hand to the dark black tattoo on his right shoulder, it hurt him to remember but this time he would not shrink back from his sin. His eyes closed and his body seemed to...

A Bond Between Warriors A Velheimer Wedding A warm breeze filled the air of the temple of fire. The braziers cast the chamber in a comforting light when mixed sparse rays of sunlight piercing through the roof. The temple would be filled with House Haagenvig along with their guests...

This is for the Moment in Time competition hosted by @Ryria! __________________________ a __t h r e a d__ o f __l o v e__a n d__l i g h t A t h o u s a n d years ago, the gods died in a country far,far away. She wondered if it had been anything like this. Stone and wood digging...

The huff from the horse was only heard, it’s hoof’s pressing against the cold, winter snow. Various sounds were heard about the forest, but none more surprising than the sounds of a few birds. Had winter been coming to an end so soon, Vivienne thought. No. “Lance,” Vivienne started, giving a...

The following is an account of my character's youth, in flashes of memories, letters, diary entries, and otherwise! I'll ( hopefully ) be posting every so often, as I use this as a writing exercise and a way of fleshing out details ( inconsequential or otherwise ).

OOC: This Lore Story is the second in a trilogy dedicated to a sort of "Changing of the Guard" for my character Andreas Myrslin. This trilogy describes the personal journey he takes trying to understand himself and realign himself from the cannibalistic monster that knew only rage and hatred to...

OOC: This Lore Story is meant to act as a sort of changing of the guard for my character's personal story arc from a sort of cannibalistic monster to the eventual Protagonist I have envisioned for him. Be warned that mature themes such as depression, loss, and coping with these emotions are...

OOC: This is the first Lore Story for my character Andreas Myrslin, so please understand this is meant to deliver a more in-depth feeling about the character, so some mature themes such as depression, loss, anger, and abuse may be present. You have been warned. Drip. Drip.. Drip... Drip...

The song is Half The World Away by Oasis Milo sat on the bed strumming his guitar, hair drooping down over his eyes like branches would a tree. His eyes were closed and his foot tapped along to the music on the wooden floorboards, much to the annoyance of anyone who was downstairs at that...

Everybody seems broken nowadays. You can't find a person without a broken past or a traumatic experience locked away in the back of their mind, wrapped in chains. Kaian Bennett knew that all too well. The young man had his own fair share of dark secrets and he'd spent years locking them away in...

Maybe it's time to let the old ways die Maybe it's time to let the old ways die Milo ran a hand through his ginger curls in an attempt to tame them, being somewhat tossled by the late summer winds, flowing free around his face. Dark bags rested beneath his eyes and yawns seemed to be constantly...

Regalia houses only the finest knights that it can hold. While the definition of 'fine' does not always extend to the morals it should include, one can always assume rightly that any man wearing plate has truly earned his right to it. From the ashes of ruin come the greatest avengers: ones who...

╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ ╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ “Our dearest Kamirah, Your Father and I have received word of your little “fling” with the Half-Kathar. … How long did you intend on keeping this a secret from us?” The silence of late...