Collection: Chronicles of Lormere, Submissions
Chronicled by Ghasty
In a secluded part of Vyjorst Forest sat a dilapidated cabin. It was a small one-room log cabin with a thatched roof. The cabin had a small door that barely stood, and could easily blow down at the slightest breeze. The thatched roof had large holes, which allowed copious amounts of rain to come in. The floor of the cabin was barren earth. Rotted and broken furniture was scattered throughout. An unopened crate sat in the corner. The cabin was known as Ahl Feuswo Abaziana.
Collection: Ages of Youth, the Halleaux/Submissions
Chronicled by Ren
the Gathering Storm
Ren woke early that morning and sat up in his sleeping bag. He rose and went to the sink where he fixed himself something to drink. He poured a dark red juice from a flask into a goblet then mixed it with mint oil and dragonberries. He frowned at the bag full of dragonberries, remembering that they were his last.
Collection: Chronicles of Lormere, Submitted by Ghasty
As the group was entering Vyjorst Forest, a strange event was taking place at the bottom of Lake Xuwhyl. A meteor had long ago fallen into Lake Xuwhyl, and now the meteor began to shake violently. The meteor burst open with blinding light and deafening noise. Within the meteor lay a creature. Her body was composed of fire. Her eyes were padparadscha gemstones. There had been an ancient legend in the area of a creature that was similar. It called her the Netagoriosufotra, which meant the one who cleanses with fire.
Collection: Age of Youth - Guest Chronicle by Marius
The steps of memories soon lite the ash crusted halls once more. And the halls still signet from recent fire. In the middle of the halls is a slim adult, wearing a weird hybrid suit made of leather and rusted out tec. As he stood he looked at the ash layered floor, to see a placard covered by the ash. He knelt down and wiped the ash of the placard, Haven.
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