“And you never take me anywhere anymore. This one time, I just want-” “Sil Lynn Willclark,” “Father-” “Sil!” Sil looked away, pulling the sleeves of her pajamas down and crossing her arms to announce that she was in fact, annoyed. Her eyebrows lowered as she stared at the large cat on the burgundy sofa in…… Continue reading A Cold Night in Jupe
15th Day of the Wolf Moon, 1426 Pistons whirring, heavy metal footsteps on brass floors and deafening whistling all stirred to make up Jupe, the city of progress. Voices and escaping steam lit the background ambiance of the Muris Nebreis, where Mok of House Brestander served tea. The atmosphere had somehow always incorporated hospitality into…… Continue reading The Mubris Nebreis
A brief diary entry from an Aquinian soldier in regards to the Wilds.