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[nithhaiahh]

Vodka and so...

Starter @avemercury

Days have passed since the last time the banshee had some action. Lately the village was calm, too calm for her own taste. Maybe she needed new airs, visit the big city could help, or so thought. After a not so long travel, Nith ended walking around some houses and stores. Nothing that could catch her eye, yet, others did paid atenttion to the barefoot girl. If only she still had her only pair of boots... That memory was irritating her.

Oh, what’s that at the corner of the street? A tavern. Make the Gods pray mother luck, she didn’t had a cup in months and right now she very much needed one to forget about those annoying men and her poor pair of shoes.

One hour, two hours... At some point she stopped caring about the time and more about the amount of alcohol on her table. Maybe sitting on the second floor wasn’t her greatest idea but surely had a nice view. With a glass of vodka and mint between her fingers, the female felt at peace until... That damn voice. Gently, she reached the railing just to take a glance to the first floor.

[talesofruneterra]

Seeking Passage

Ionia... It had been about two years since Lo had paid a visit to his homeland. He wished he could say it was for the sake of nostalgia, but alas, he was being drawn there once again by the whims of the Great Moth. Lo stepped out onto the port, and scanned his surroundings. He needed to find a vessel, one that he could negotiate with for safe passage... Lo was, unfortunately, a little light on money at present.

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[curiosofthechasm]

*knock knock* Its the tax people.

“Step into my realm... and try me.”

[remember-no-more]

"Now where am I and which town am I in." Jone spoke to himself while standing out the noxtoraa to a small village. In his hands he held a wore map, noticeably the map was very scarcely drawn.

The village was small, maybe too small and unimportant to present a name that cartographers could remember. People around him weren’t many, but they all looked busy. A few caravans also passed by, most of them going east, the direction the traveler just came from. 

Between these people, there was also a woman with silvery hair falling off her shoulder looking up at the towering gateway. She looked lost in thought for a second, but then just resumed walking, moving towards the inner area of the place.

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[ladyem-s-grimoire]

"Oh, I never imagined seeing you again. Been a while since I last saw you. How long has it been? Twelve, thirteen years? Of course you look like you haven't age a day. Shadow monster and what not. Well, I suppose we aren't enemies, so how has been your lif- existence?"

"it's been a while , I couldn't even say goodbye ." She responded with her usual smile as bi-colored eyes scanned the familiar individual.

" Why would be enemies? Did I say or do something to make you feel that way?"

[wayward-kitic]

Want some nepeta cataria?

“If it’s the good stuff I’ll pay for double. Momma needs her fix.”

[aquatic-hybrid]

Old ties from the sea.

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It was an early morning in the Elphida residence, the sounds of the faraway waves that clashes along the edge of the pier and the slightly cloudy day was beginning to form on the island. A fine day in Bilgewater if one had to admit, the older Elphida thought, a grown man on his mid 30′s just started to walk out his house to bask in the fresh saltwater smell and warmness of the sun. Using his fingers to brush away his black hair from his face, he turned to his side and inspected the makeshift wooden mailbox that was nailed the wall right next to his door, showing the family insignia and the very small Bilgewater flag attached to it was lifted up, showing that he received a letter. 

Reaching over to grab it and inspecting it before opening the letter, he was quick to recognize the signature and with a hearty chuckle and a stroke to his short beard, ripped the waxed seal off to read the contents within it. A simple request from an old friend of his regarding some damage on the lower ends of his ship, by the description of it, he assumed it wasn’t anything serious but nevertheless it was his job to make sure any ship under his belt was as pristine as it can be.

“So he is finally coming back after his whole merchant travel, always good to see a familiar face every so often,” Simon said as he walked back into the house, letting out a commanding, but not so loud yell that could easily be heard from anywhere inside the house. “Akio! Wake up you silly sardine! We have a good and work-filled day ahead of us!”  With all that yelled, Simon grabbed his toolbelt alongside a box of old-but still very sturdy tools before waiting for his young son to wake up and walk with him to their workshop on the piers.

[littlesilverwing]

I want a silverwing as a pet.

silverwings make great pets! cuddle you when you’re sad, sing to you sweetly in the morning, eat your enemies. perfect pets!