• Scond wrote a new journal: Prodigal Father 1 month ago

    The smell of this island, the sweet fruit, the salt spray, the clear air…to outsiders it was intoxicating. To a sixteen year old boy who has never left it, it was a very pretty prison, only taking occasional […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: Loyalty 1 month, 2 weeks ago

    Silverware, chopsticks, buttons, writing quills…still needs improving…but a gun… Argus fires at the target, hitting just left of dead center “Better…” He makes some adjustments, the floating, moving […]

  • quorgi wrote a new journal: Journal 2 months, 4 weeks ago

    Does it hurt? Yes. He writhes. He hums with a new feeling, a new sense to him. She watches him melt, and renew himself upon these hidden sands, deep in the back of a skull too often cracked upon pavement and […]

  • quorgi wrote a new journal: bargaining ; anger 2 months, 4 weeks ago

    Again. She demands his attention. She demands his strength. His cunning. His sacrifice. She demands the facets of himself he’s honed to spearpoints, as he chases Her through the brush and wilds. This is s […]

  • quorgi wrote a new journal: Journal 3 months ago

    There is no immediacy here. There’s not a fractured, hollow ringing in his ears when the blow comes. There is only the moment. And then there is a beach. When he opens his eyes once more, the shade has gone, a […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: Sacrifice 3 months ago

    Mission successful Argus slumps against the wall, eventually dragged over to a bed in the infirmary, beads of sweat running down his face. While it was no longer bleeding, there was a indiscruabable pain where […]

  • quorgi wrote a new journal: bereavement; 3 months ago

    The breathing of waves. Sea air. Has he always felt this way? That the expanse of a mortal body was one that was unbound by the want and need for something more? This vastness brought on by a near limitless […]

  • Rann wrote a new journal: [Pathfinder] Facing Destiny 3 months ago

    Her rapier was drawn, and her eyes barely left Urvine as he stood casually in the hallway, as if he was talking about the weather. She took a few moments glance about the room. This hardly seemed enough space to […]

  • Cael wrote a new journal: Deal With The Enma [GW2] 3 months, 3 weeks ago

    ((Rp log with minor edits. Argus accidentally acquires a child.))   Gomi hates New Kianeng.   Too close. Too much. But the Echovald was death and wilds, and so she was stuck camped cheek by jowl in t […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: First Blood 4 months, 1 week ago

    Thunderous beats of hammer to steel, ring like church bells as the Wintersday season returns. Argus sits, leg cocked up on the chair, watching a smith work. He drew the designs himself, while the recipient […]

  • Ambrosine wrote a new journal: A Turn of Events 5 months, 1 week ago

    Niklas was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he was startled when a Seraph stopped him as he rounded the corner for home. There was a small flurry of activity outside the front door, and his heart […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: Grave Rat 5 months, 2 weeks ago

    Argus sits in his little nook, a small room within the guild hall, tucked away along the water level. Maybe it was the calm waters, or the damp smell of the rocks, but he found this place most at home. He finishes […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: Ground Work 6 months, 1 week ago

    The familiar smells and sounds of the Mad King’s festival was in the air, enough pumpkin scents to choke someone to death. The number of masked party goers made slipping into Divinity’s Reach all too simple, and […]

  • Cael wrote a new journal: [Larch] A New Scar 8 months ago

    Larch checked everything one last time.    She was as ready as she was going to get to go home.    To Numeria.    Are they safe? Are they well? Did they seek the Ghost Wolves, join them? Or did they strik […]

  • Insein wrote a new journal: Kindness [Chitterly] 8 months ago

    He recalled kind hands. Gentle. Precise. Living. In his reverie, the masked face of the Necromancer caresses the periosteum of his right humerus, knitting and weaving the necromantic energy tightly up through the […]

  • Cael wrote a new journal: Journal 8 months, 1 week ago

    She sat in the wagon in silence for almost five minutes.   He. He just.   He reaches for her, with the hands that kill so very easily, and there is that old feeling again and Larch does not do t […]

  • Nukkal changed their profile picture 8 months, 4 weeks ago

  • Nukkal wrote a new journal: Workshop Notes 8 months, 4 weeks ago

    PROJECT DRAFT: P-CSSAR-0.1 Sloppy shorthand covers the page; the rapid pace of the writer warped the letters to the point of near hieroglyphics. Who needed codes and secondary encryption when the best security […]

  • Rann wrote a new journal: [Pathfinder] Petrified with Fear 9 months ago

    Mallory stood completely still, staring blankly down the hallway, her mind swimming with thoughts. A loud rattling at her side jolted her to awareness, and she looked down, realizing the sound was her gloved hand […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: Grim Recovery 9 months ago

      In the depths of the guild hall, tucked away in a small corner, the serene silence is broken with a fit of hoarse, gnarled coughing. A horrid relching follows as a figure turns over the side of his bed, […]

Recent Journals

Prodigal Father

The smell of this island, the sweet fruit, the salt spray, the clear air…to outsiders it was intoxicating. To a sixteen year old boy who has never left it, it was a very pretty prison, only taking occasional trips to the mainland of the Crystal desert once a year. But something was different today, he […]

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Loyalty

Silverware, chopsticks, buttons, writing quills…still needs improving…but a gun… Argus fires at the target, hitting just left of dead center “Better…” He makes some adjustments, the floating, moving parts of his Jeiidtech arm adjust and recalibrate. As a prototype went, it was functional, weighty, and the energy circulation system functioned wonderfully. It would need some […]

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acceptance;

Does it hurt? Yes. He writhes. He hums with a new feeling, a new sense to him. She watches him melt, and renew himself upon these hidden sands, deep in the back of a skull too often cracked upon pavement and stone and clay. His chest bubbles and boils. His head sears with a blinding, […]

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