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The day had been a busy one and Adeline Primrose Zou D'etoiles was exhausted. In all senses of the word, the woman felt drained. She made her slow, musical way back to where she had been staying since arriving at this fort, her currently useless wand in hand still. Her free hand wiped sweat from...

Briony ran a brush through her hair, grinning at the warped, makeshift mirror she used. The Festival had been a lot of fun. She felt like she'd maybe found a place in this strange little outpost town, and with things moving forward so smoothly for the Deep Irregulars, it was time for the woman...

Sword at her hip, shield on her arm, the fiery haired Briony all but stomped her way into the tavern. She paused at the bounty board, looking over the portraits and the images of coin each was worth. Her thoughts flitted to the idea that had been bandied about. It'd be so much easier if there...

Dressed more somberly for her, though that wasn't to say she looked particularly somber at all, Kaja slipped through the tavern doors with a purposeful little flick of her hips to swish her skirts playfully about her calves. She did so love how they moved. She took a quick glance about the...

Kaja bustled around her small room. It was early the morning after the masquerade and on her mind was but one thing. Well, two, as the silly bracelet she was stuck with simply did not go with the outfit she wanted to wear. "You know, first you bully your way on to me and then you don't even have...

Kaja was packing what she needed for her small journey. The whole set of events at that particularly eventful night at the tavern had done a few things for her. She had acted out, she knew she had, being overly jovial, overly playful. Making jokes and turning the focus firmly away from the loss...

Kaja walked to the cabin she shared with others, had shared with Crow. Be strong. The steps to the porch creaked as she ascended. Be strong. Opening the door, she peaked in. It appeared as if her companions were not around at the moment. With a small sigh, she slipped through the door. Be...

Kaja bustled about the cabin she'd been sharing with Crow and a few other Breachers. She was packing a bag of essentials, some food, a water skin, her bejeweled mirror and her poi - just the essentials. Folding up some clothing, the Tari Nor considered the upcoming trip. She had apologized to...

Kaja sat on the porch of the cabin she shared with some friends. She had been writing a letter to send in the direction of home but was now distracted by the birds singing to one another, dancing among the trees. A placid smile was upon her painted lips. This outpost had its beauty when one...

A calloused and filthy foot touched down on the stones of Calanhelm's streets, seeming unmindful of the weather, the wet from melting snow, the filth from city refuse. A second foot joined the first, side by side, with some distance between them and together they held a cloaked figure upright...

Derya packed in a hustle. Everything that she could stuff into the tiny pack, she did. She needed to be at the docks and she needed to be there soon. With Crow leaving, this felt like the right move. He'd be back. And she would too, perhaps. Eventually. He'd understand. Slipping out of her room...

Hi! My husband Nick and I are from the Calgary Chapter and we've started a kickstarter to launch a line of chainmaille jewellery. We'll be carrying on making all sorts of chainmaille goodies after the kickstarter, but our focus is really on the bold brass line right now. It's exclusive to the...

Derya sat at a table in the Ogre's Head, chair tilted back onto its rear legs, perched precariously indeed. She nursed a large mug of something that turned her light cheeks rosey and her nose wrinkle a bit after each sip. As she rocked, tempting fate and the temperament of her chair, the young...

Hey guys! My husband and I are part of the Calgary chapter and we've recently launched a kickstarter for our little chain mail jewellery and accessory endeavors. Great for costuming, and maybe a magical item or two...

Derya fidgeted in the wagon as it rolled up, not far from the Arcane Sanctum's entrance. As they drew to a halt, the elf peeled off the cloak and scarf she wore over her own outfit and left them behind. Hopping down, she thanked the driver and watched as it trundled off. Lifting her chin, Derya...

Derya sat in the small sitting room of her Inn. Her chin was in her palms and she stared blankly at the table top. She cursed herself repeatedly. She was impulsive, impatient. Her mother would blame it on her youth. At this particular moment, she couldn't argue. Should things continue as they...

Derya sat in the small, cramped room she was renting for her time in Calenhelm. It smelled musty and she was pretty sure the straw in her mattress hadn't been changed for a few months before her own arrival. But she was in a city again and glory abounded. Seated at the tiny round table on the...

Derya had begun to pack. The trip was going to be long, and if the current weather were any indication, bitterly cold. But the elven woman was excitedly anticipating staying in a city once more. She had never been a country girl. Ships and ports, that was her life, and she knew that she'd return...

In her cabin, the day still early, Derya sat with paper and quill and ink. There were letters to be written, business to be attended to. Where to start? With a small, mirthless smile, she knew exactly how to begin. To Captain Conchita and her First Mate Itzal of the Silver Fin: Mother...

Storming out of the tavern, Derya headed for the creek. She waited a while before checking to make sure she wasn't being followed, glancing surreptitiously about herself. Once clear of sight, she untied her jingling belt and pulled all her bangles from her wrist, stuffing it all into a pouch on...