Dear Eversong.

What an interesting, interesting day. Despite this being quite a small town, by their own admission, Quickwater has already graced me with two things I genuinely hadn’t ever thought I would experience, and I honestly could not tell you, between a nak...

“How much is a performance worth?” I asked this to a group of fire-lit caravan travelers staying on the side of the road underneath their canopy for the rain. As it was pouring down much harder than I had expected and I was looking to keep warm for...

Ahh.... What to make of these folks, hmm? They're interesting, to be sure. Best to organize my thoughts about them somewhere; ensure I can keep a steady head about this whole thing we appear to have going right now. Adria; powerful, impressive, and str...

Well… Barring some glaring mistakes, I suppose I cannot call this mission anything but a success, even if it could have gone a lot smoother. Considering how much noise and fuss we made, it was only a matter of time before the guards came, and we surely ...

Another day of travelling, another day full of what most would see with eyes of joy; from children running after one another in the street playing a new game unknown to adults, to a tavern filled with voices and songs, enjoying the company after a long da...

"The change you need. The voice you deserve."...

The perfect date… I suppose just this once I can indulge myself in thinking of impossibilities. A thought experiment, perhaps. Firstly, wherever we are, I suppose we would try and find the first local area where artists of many varieties might ...

(Prompt from one-shot :D) A different time. A setting sun. Clouds rushing past, the excitement of falling in control, power underneath my feet. Laughter just barely audible over the rushing wind. A steep incline, gravity fighting back. Stre...

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Unfortunate. That is categorically the only word to describe what happened today. I truly wish that our decisions as a group had been more… Prompt. When I went into the Brew’s home I was annoyed by the fact that the control was out of our hands;...

Quickwater, day of the election. All of this is familiar. A memory. But why? Large crowds of people move through the markets. Celebrations are being had as town criers are drowned out by the sounds of laughter and life. Food and drink is being passe...

The room would always smell of oils and metals when my father was in the throes of his work. Appraisals kept him busy, and when his health allowed him to get out of his cot he would fall into the job. You could tell that for all that it had done to him...

Again I find myself here, on the roads of an empire that confines and bounds. For all the endless creativity that lies in the depths of minds of the goodfolk I’ve met so far, this empire restricts and binds its peoples to an unusual set of traditions an...

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Finally a moment’s rest after a crazy couple... Hours? Days? Weeks? I suppose it doesn’t really matter - a moment’s rest is none-the-less a time to quiet the thoughts, and this run of events definitely has given me much to ponder. Findi...

Thinking about what I would consider my "favourite meal", I suppose that could be interpreted in two ways. If supposed to prompt a memory of the best meal I’ve ever had, I can think of none other than the one I had at the Champ de Ciel - the first time ...

Magic unleashed, “friends” around. Education in colours abound. Learned folks in stained-glass towers, Laboured duties left to ours. Manicured streets they walk, in hurry; Living on high, with those deemed worthy. Paltry thoughts for the lesse...

Well. It appears that when they say “you reap what you sow”, that is not limited to only negative outcomes. Who knew? In exploring the city today, on the lookout information, we came across an arena where combative ventures take place. The firs...

That book. That one book that I was enchanted with as a kid. The stories it used to have inside of the world beyond. The story of the mantis and her knight; the wild preacher howling to the moon. The story of the cookies that would come alive. The s...

A dash across the street, two turns to the right and then left; I did everything right and still that old man followed me. How was I to know that the cloak was covering someone? Few other people sleep out here at night, given the sheer number of derelict ...

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Romance has never really been something at the forefront of my mind. Sure, I suppose if I were to think about it, I’ve definitely been through what a young mind might have considered a heartbreak, and in many ways that deeply affected me and continues t...

It is hard, growing up with nothing, to be the one who gives; almost all pennies earned go towards just making rent, and any leftovers for food. You shirk off any friends you’re lucky to have for a few months when they invite you to eat out because you ...

Xerrakir. A thankful beacon of trustworthiness in this group, which is surprising considering he hails from a place of pure chaos by his own admission. Beneath the surface of it all, his motives do seem genuine, even if some of his opinions are misguid...

Oh, Rin. This one is going to be trouble, I can already tell after just a few hours with him. I’m not sure if it’s the suspiciously honest answers he gives to the questions we’ve been asking of him or what, but the man is definitely going to ...

(Prompt: What do we, the player, want to ask about/to a character?) So I guess this is from the player’s perspective this time? Idk man LMAO It's hard to limit but here we go. For Issac, What is it about the fates that makes a man of science ...

Damn. DAMN. I should have known that forming relationships with any other form would prove to be a thorn in my side. Why did I decide, after such [i]careful[/i] planning, to do something like that? I... ... Well. It's happened now. Some of it's o...

Love. What even is that? How do you… Define it? Is it the feeling of watching someone beautiful walk down the street at a picturesque moment? Of a wink; a flirt; a night gone? Surely not… That sounds like lust, more like. Definitely, actually...

Three moons in the sky. Rain… Maybe? It’s cold on my skin. Rushing wind. Clouds below me; water above me. I’m… Falling? I’m falling as fast as the rain. But the ocean hasn’t moved? I feel the fall, but everything’s s...

Home… Hah. Home? An empty wooden room of broken floorboards, a stale pillow, dusty alchemic instruments… Home? A small house of love and light, full of laughter, a fireplace; small but protected from the world. Home? … Someone....