ravenstad

At last the newborn struggled its way into this world. Percy Ravenstad stood at the corner of the small Hinterlandish room, his arms folded in a sense of diligent judgement. As if he were inspecting a levy’s performance with a blade, rather than watching his wife birth their first child. The...

A Nest of Ravens Heavy the wind blew west, sending gales of sharpest icy touch down Hinderlandish valleys, like the stampeding of a thousand ironclad hooves. Farmers held their children close to them, ushering them to take shelter within stonewalled huts and cottages. Priests tapped their...

A Star East of Oxoron Vianschied lay cold and bare upon the wild heath. The Keep’s walls skirted by unchecked heather, faded purple and hard with age. The moorlands were peaceful this time of year. They’d returned to their natural state. With the ceasing of Brûlantfest, the undergrowth was...

Just messing around with MS Paint which is one of my favorite platforms to work with due to it's imperfect nature. So as a result I'm testing my skills on it by making portraits of most of the patriarchs in the canonized nobility. As of current I have Percy and Willy. Watch this thread for...

Picture of Lake du Lyon, nestled on the Brissiaud-Dragenthal border. I've released this revitalized lore in piecemeal rather than completely finished, because it's still better uncompleted than the old lore was with its inaccuracy and whatnot. This will be expanded and added onto until it's...