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as written by Akita and Terrus It was the first time in her life that Serenity Gray had stepped foot onto such a beautiful platform of land. As she arrived in the domed structure of the area, she glanced around, her awkward eyes scanning around the area to properly memorize it. She drew in a...

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as written by Tiko The large caravan trundled its way northward trailing refugees from the Midlands as they journeyed into the Northlands. Unfortunately rumor had reached them that the Northlands too had been suffering under the growing anomalies that had people flocking out of the Midlands...

as written by Tiko Today within Little Shintenchi served as many days had come to be as of late. That is to say it remained peculiarly lively, and cheery. Children played on street corners, and people went about their daily routines of work, shopping, and tending to family. Despite the...

as written by Tiko It was late morning when calamity struck Little Shintenchi, and the streets were already packed with people - both locals going about their daily routines, and tourists visiting the street-side shops. The shadow that swept past overhead didn't immediately raise alarm, given...

as written by Tiko Ritza's footsteps carried her swiftly down the roughly polished stone steps that spilled outwards into the open training yard. The entire area appeared as if someone had carved a bowl into the rocky mountain itself, and rich veins of adamantine left their mark upon the...

as written by Lobos and Tiko Nearly running on instinct, the deep circles under Riaze' eyes were cast all the darker under the glow of the street lights, the rather ragged countenance of the lycan in his human state lending him the air of just another homeless. As bare feet slapped the...

as written by Tiko It had been seven weeks since war had erupted over Westeria City, ravaging its streets and leaving it a shadow of its former self. Though the war had since moved on, the scars remained. Scorch marks and bullet holes riddled buildings, and crumbled rubble filled many of the...

as written by Script and Tiko Talys's home in Little Shintenchi was a humble affair. A maisonette over the top of a local Losenyu restaurant, it had just about enough space for one person to live comfortably, with a single bedroom, bathroom, and a joint kitchen-living room. It was most...

as written by Dashmiel Ragenard couldn't help but wrinkle his sensitive nose as his headlong run with Baron moved off into the Phantom Quarter. To say the place reeked was to do it a disservice. Rotting flesh of at least three different species, mildew, waterlogged thrash and burning thrash...

as written by Tiko The nightclub was alive with the crowds that flooded its walls every night - but it maintained a strict guest list at the front door. The reason could be seen the moment one set foot inside. Moving through the throngs of bodies and flashing lights, one would find themselves...

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as written by Calcos Outside the crumbling, decaying walls of the Gothic edifice, they set to work in the early morning light. There was a bit of a chill on the wind, but it bothered them not as their heavy suits of armor kept them from the temperatures outside. Hammering away at loose...

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as written by Tiko 5 years ago... Baron descended the steps into the gloom of the cellar which was broken by only a single flickering light that swung loose on a chain. There were others already down here, tending to a kid resting on an old cot that had been setup in one of the two...

as written by Alara The Lessard Family Estate had seen better days, and had clearly fallen into a state of neglect. The gardens had become so overgrown with weeds that they appeared as little more than gnarled underbrush. The nearby orchard was equally as overrun by rampant weeds kept sparse...

as written by Alara The interior of the manor home reflected the neglect of the grounds, and their footsteps echoed through empty rooms. Some furniture remained yet, and the sheets that had once protected them had been removed, but they held a faint musty odor to them. The draperies were...

as written by Knosis, Alara, and Cordeleanne The pub was rather crowded at this time of night with a bunch of rowdy Iverians, laughing, shouting, playing pool, drinking and just having a grand time. The wooden floors and tables were well worn and had old stains of various concoctions of...