Collection: the Fall
Chronicled by Project 23
West walked down a dark and empty street. The road was made of stones, bricks, and whatever was available at the time. All the buildings were universally one size, they were all one story high.
Collection: Ages of Youth // the Halleaux
Chronicled by: Ghasty
Eoin started going about Alexa’s locker. He didn’t find anything of note. The only contents were a some clothes, dried flowers, and some live and aeon ammo for her revolver. He closed the locker and went back to the conference room to report his results. He was the last one back into the room. The other eleven were all surrounding a piece of paper on the table. The paper was pinned to the table by a iridescent knife.
Collection: Age of Youth // Weird
Chronicled by Valhel
Streams of mists trickled down the muddy paths of the dark forest. Auric led the way closely followed by Pandora. The floor of the midnight wood was choked with loose stones and grappling roots, and every now and then the mist would conceal a shallow puddle before the two accidentally sloshed through it. Strange insects shone on distant tree trunks, their pale flickering a ward of an unseen path. The lights from Pandora's helm would fall on the occasional revealing invisible sigils and traces of forgotten lore.
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