All My Sins-Part 1: A Strange Young Man
“Besides, where better to put a village than where no one is looking? And where better to place a path than where no one expects it?”
Lore
The stories we tell are rich with the combined imagination of all shire members. What story do you have to tell?
Karinith of Terrasylvae: Part 2
For whatever reason, on this particular day, Karinith couldn’t go more than a few steps outside the village before she suddenly found herself right back where she left. At first, Karinith thought it nothing more than choosing the wrong path. But when all the paths into the woods were closed to her, her annoyance grew into frustration. It was far from done with her…
A Tale of Inkom
Inkom is a land well-known in Terrasylvae for its savage people. Anyone who goes to Inkom is presumed to be lost forever, and will NOT be rescued. So why did Miren & Shay decide to go?
Blackkoven’s Captain, Part 5: Links that Bind
There were heavy and acrid smells too, familiar but not so comforting; sweat, smoke, wet leather, metal, wool soaked with blood. It smelled like dawn, it smelled like battle.
Entwined Fate Intermission
While Veron and Vlad are deciphering what creature it is they are currently studying, Blackkoven is planning something mischievous…
Legends of Terrasylvae: Origins
Terrasylvae still chooses those who walk in its shaded paths and byways. Why, no one can say, but it is not the personalities of men who decide who enters and who leaves: it’s the woods itself, listening for the souls who long for more than life can give, who long for a second chance. The worthy are always found within the borders of Terrasylvae.
Entwined Fate Part 6
“You cannot escape the inevitable, I will have your world for my own,” the voice was dark, guttural and inhuman. And it came from the creature chained against the wall. Veron gazed back and realized her eyes were no longer their purple vibrant color, but rather void, full of power and malicious intent.
Adventure to the Lime Sink: Part 3
Now Bush Mill wasn’t much of a village, but it suited Kane’s goal to travel with little effort. It got its name for the mill that ran with the steady stream. The rest of the buildings just cropped up overtime, filling in the necessities of those who lived there until it got its name on the map. It was quaint. Nice.
Kane couldn’t imagine living in Bush Mill.
Blackkoven’s Captain Part 4: Locke and Key
The fight became a dance like, tug of war, in a rain of ash and sparks; the whole scene back-lit by burning homes and trees.
Karinith’s Backstory
Karinith Grier, if you leave this place without trying an adventure, I’ll never forgive you.
Her own thoughts startled her, but they were right. Home was always waiting for her, home would always be there.
But an adventure waits for no one. They were just as restless as she was.
Berserker Baking
I decided to make a small story about how Sylas gains his curiosity in cooking… however I must apologize to Shay for Sylas only adds to her shop‘s recent misfortune. – Sylas Iorundr
The Origin Story of Jay Squawkers
One day the boy was scavenging for fruit when he heard the sound of metal striking metal. He went to have a look, and witnessed fencers fighting bandits. He saw a bandit sneaking up on one of the fencers, and so he shouted a warning.
Adventure to the Lime Sink: Part 2
In the depths of Woodland resides a place that is only rumored of by outsiders. A place of magic ruled by the Fey, with a queen as beautiful and as fickle as nature herself. The Fairy Glen.
Entwined Fate Part 5
His father was not within the delicately put together pure white bed he was before. He felt a cold steel nibble upon his neck and froze, listening to the loud heartbeat that echoed throughout the room.
“Who are you to enter this sacred place, monster?” A voice resounded.
“Who are you to call your son a monster?” Veron replied.
Blackkoven’s Captain Part 3: Fire
Shay could clearly see everything. Everything. That was wrong. It couldn’t have been more than midnight, and it was a new moon out. It should have been dark as the deepest sea. She looked down at the blade of her sword. A glowing, flickering orange, reflected back.