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The hunter glanced between Daisuke and Doe as the two spoke, nodding with a slight, serious frown. He glanced back toward the market square, where booths had been knocked over, and goods of all sorts from jewelry, to fruits, to fabrics were strewn across the cobblestone streets. The Khezu had...

Judas had to stop at first to stand at the bottom of the steps into the big brick building. He'd been there before. Many times, really, usually with a book pressed to her chest or praying or trying to avoid looking at anyone. Staring out the window, maybe, watching the cowboys bring herded...

The town of Springdale was a small, but spread out one: Mostly, it was composed of a loose collection of farmsteads and pastures sprawling across the valley between the tall, red-brown mesas. Cottonwood trees and thickets of willows offered shade and protection from the heat in most places. It...

Springdale The town of Springdale is a small one, nestled at the mouth of a great orange canyon under the shade of cottonwood trees growing out of loose, sandy desert soil. Yucca plants, prickly pear cactus, and sagebrush dominate the land, and the locals raise cows, horses, goats, and other...

Timber shook their stunned daze off when Harn spoke, turning to look at him before glancing back down the streets. It sure did seem like it was taking awhile for any guards to arrive — or the local hunter’s guild, for that matter. And beyond that… the path of the khezu’s destructive stumbling...

OOC can now be moved HERE. "...And finally, all remaining goods will be delivered to the town of Grafton, south of Rockville and east of Virgin." Judas Cloud repeated the words out loud to himself as he read the contract he had signed once again. Hell-- as if he didn't have it memorized. He'd...

So I hadn't looked too much into the characters just yet because the past couple weeks at work have been a little wonky and I've had other stuff taking my attention. I'm definitely looking for a western vibe in the characters, but more than anything, I think I might also write up a lore page...

Timber only paused to dart back into the hostel to grab their bag to clip into their belt when Harn mentioned a trap. Traps, tranquilizers— all of that was good. They thought it was easier to just kill the thing— but trapping would be neater indeed. They darted out the door just in time to see...

So I don’t have a problem with the idea of a shape-shifting wild child necessarily, but the appropriation of skinwalkers is generally pretty serious to a lot of southwestern folks, so I’m gonna be steering clear of using them in any context.

Spells and rituals are certainly fine. The concept of magic is a relatively new one, and learning to harness witchcraft is something people are pioneering. Powers are fine, but so are rituals and charms and other sorts of witchcraft. The time period precisely is a little foggy. Think anywhere...

"You know, those of us who have been here know the West was always wild, but not like this. There were always deserts, always bears and mountain lions and flash floods— but the real monsters, those are new. The old timers'll tell you it was a man from out East who started it. He came out here...

Amiya sighed and shook her head with a dismissive wave of her hand. It clearly wasn't a pleasant topic, but she was doing her best not to appear too terribly hurt. It had been long enough to bear the burden, after all. "It wasn't terribly unexpected," she assured him gently, offering a hand on...

Timber sat back and turned to watch Q.T. When she made her displeasure with their delay clear. They huffed then carefully offered her the excess fat, since she insisted. Who were they to deny her, after all? They grinned just a bit and nodded when Ginko commented on the steaks. At first, they...

Timber had since sat down beside Harn at the Table and slid the finer of their two steaks over to him. They didn't argue one bit against Harn inviting Lazarus over, instead sitting up a little more with a poorly suppressed grin when Harn referred to them as his friend. That was-- they did, right...

It was a fine afternoon, with the bright sun painting the enormous trees, the palm-leaved plants, and the city gates gold. Ban Sali was an impressively large settlement, nestled away behind sturdy stone walls to protect them from the wildlife on the outside. Most of the houses and buildings...

Hook In a world full of monsters, wyverns, and dragons of all types, roaming the wilds, safety can be found nearly exclusively inside the walls and gates of villages, strongholds, and even the occasional city, scattered across the continent. Behind their walls, mankind can find refuge from the...

Judas watched Reid with that crooked, mischief-laden grin as he swung down off his mule's back and stayed right where he was with his hip cocked and one hand hooked in his pocket. He opened his mouth and prepared to reply when Reid asked what his name was this time -- but it was just then that...

Judas looked up the moment he heard the bray of a mule behind him. And then he heard the voice. Based on the big, crooked grin that spread across his face, he knew full well who was on that mule before Lian spoke. He turned his head then to give Lian that grin, and nodded eagerly. "I think...

In the days since he had arrived, Judas Cloud seemed to spend almost all his time in the saddle. Sure, he'd come down from that shining gold horse of his for a few minutes at a time to help load supplies up onto wagons or something to the effect, but it seemed almost as if he lived on...

On May 1st, 1850 Mister Thomas Eckles hereby agrees to furnish good strong wagons and at least three yoke of oxen or horses to each, in order to travel from Independence Missouri, across the plains of Nebraska, first stopping in Fort Kearny just across the river Platte, through Wyoming, across...