Search results for query: *

2 Americano Libertines (Q.2) Segment #1 There was noise upstairs, banging, footsteps, muffled voices; the neighbours, though sparse in their floor, were rambunctious there. “They're having a party,” Käng said. Kelly's eyebrows went up. “What party?” “Upstairs.” “A party upstairs?”...

Käng (Q.1) Segment #1 An orange Volvo trained on the East-Central pass to Foghorn— 2018, sometime close to fall season—, the FM boombox inside crooning Autobahn and Die Maschine Mensch from a diluted 80s network, interspersed with commercials for Serbian products (i.e. generic labels of Old...

A Prelude To Events Misery was thick in the air. The crowds of men roiled through the cavities of the streets, shoving into and around him, threatening to fell him. They encouraged the heat instead of stifling it. Fabio paused for a few seconds to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The heat...

Incoming File ... To: @CerpinTaxt @Collidias Rex @Sir Galahad II @ReverseTex RE: MEREDITHLocation: Site of wreckage Bureau Notes: I apologize if this post is too bare, but 'tis all I can manage in the time provided LORE | CHARACTERS Classified “They could've been subtle,” Meredith grumbled...

Incoming File ... To: @CerpinTaxt @Collidias Rex @Sir Galahad II @ReverseTex RE: MEREDITHLocation: Peace Tower Bureau Notes: If there's factual inaccuracies, or if I've taken too much liberty with any details, do inform me and I shall change it accordingly LORE | CHARACTERS Classified For a...

Incoming File ... To: N/A RE: MEREDITHLocation: Peace Tower Bureau Notes: If there's factual inaccuracies, or if I've taken too much liberty with any details, do inform me and I shall change it accordingly LORE | CHARACTERS Classified The clock ticked with each passing second. Meredith had...

Florida 1891 He looked back at the shrinking silhouette of the steamboat as it drove into the maw of the horizon, the black drop stark against the orange of the sun, fading slowly into the far between, and towards distant lands. His homeland was far away, he realized, more than he'd thought it...

Arraye clicked his tongue. The councilmen were getting unruly and anxious, driven by the poor economy of the city and the political unrest, and his time in the city hall arguing with them had only worsened his temper. His hands were tied, but they had no way of knowing that. On one side, he was...

Nightly Work III The night was glorious in its death throes, as the morning star dared to peek over the horizon, casting a tangerine gloom upon the haze. The spiked roofs of the Lorenzo Family's estate stood out from the rest of the houses lining the roads, blackened in the fashion of the old...

The Stygian Man A faint commotion in the night, coming from the outside the forest lines. The bushes split apart, rending to the will of a man— he was no stranger to the wild. He bent down to watch, flat against the ground and not mindful about the grit. He spied as the bandits passed by...

Nightly Work II The crowds thickened near the Imperial Bank down the Streets of Penance during evening time, when most of the counting-houses opened and the accountants began their jobs, staying through the night— monies were exchanged for writs, deposited into lockers, and taken as loan. The...

Acts Of Desperation I Flipping through the rest of the scroll, Lanqui sighed. He bound the letter with a thread, fed it to the fireplace, and then watched as the heat consumed the vellum. As if it could fix everything, he thought. A few hours away from midnight, the near city of Nere and its...

Nightly Work I Isaac chuckled. He drove a hand through his hair, a dull red skirmish spattered on a pale scalp, and diverted a glance at the odd figure sitting next to the Fop. Mud. People encounter mud everyday, but they only notice when it spreads its shit on them— Isaac wondered if the same...

A Prelude To Events IV Cutter dozed in lune's gaze, one arm cradling a pike, the other slack by his side. The door he was guarding remained closed, and on the other side was his boss. It was their old hideout, so the chief said. Cutter asked, why Shrinemont? The boss said he wouldn't understand...

A Prelude To Events III Gem Ave was an Old City district. Pushed up against the steep walls of the valleys, bearing one of the few roads leading to the upper tiers of Calun, the hill boasted the record of having the highest altitude an Old City man could get himself on— aside from Shrinemont and...

A Prelude To Events II The sun was disappearing from the sky's vista, blue washing over the cobblestone roads, spotted with yellow from the streetlights and shops. Laugher remembered Calun fondly, as he had in his childhood, and little much had changed. The buildings remained the same, rust-red...

A Prelude To Events I Piracus strode down to the outer atrium of his father's manor, a day after arriving in Calun. He regretted spending last night downing shots of brandy, the alcohol's after-effects raging within his head. Tired from the journey, and weary from the liquor, he had skipped...

WhiTe Aug 4 The mercenary shifted in his saddle, grumbling a curse. In all his years, he was never irked by the presence of one greater than him, as his nature as a mercenary gave him the boon of freedom. But, now, conscripted to a rogue military corps, and detained by extensive thin-writ, he...

JEAN Midnight, Crown Palace Feb 2, Year 574 “You must understand, no, Jean?” said Corvus, pausing. The prince let out a sigh Jean turned, wincing inwardly, and faced the prince. The wind howled outside, reeling, thrusting, with gusto — it rang through the hollow halls of the castle, everyone...

FIDORE Early morn, Ebonkeep Sept 12, Year 576 He stood outside — yet within — the realms of Ebonkeep, staring at the cast-iron gates, the speckled walls, and the half-baked monopoly of flesh at its process. He hadn't the soul to suffer the mockery of his loutish companion, who he knew now roamed...