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[fieldnotesofaurelia]

Apparently I’ve “lost a bet.” The consequence? Being forced to share this ridiculous display of Sebastian Ashcroft including him unbuttoning his shirt like the world’s about to end.

Consider this my formal apology to your feeds. The Guild assures me this is “cultural documentation.” I assure you it’s blackmail.

— Audrye 🌿

[felmiraquasimara]

📜 21. “The Painted Prison”

🌄 Fredas, 14th of Hearthfire, 3E 433

(Cheydinhal – Rythe Lythandas’ Studio)

The morning in Cheydinhal was overcast, mirroring the unease that settled in my chest. Tivela Lythandas, a woman of grace shadowed by worry, approached me with a plea: her husband, Rythe, a renowned painter, had vanished without a trace. The city guards offered little assistance, their hands tied by bureaucracy or indifference.

Determined to help, I accepted her request and entered their home. The air inside was thick with the scent of oils and canvas. In Rythe's studio, an unfinished painting beckoned—a landscape so vivid it seemed to pulse with life. As I reached out, the world shifted.

I found myself within the painting, the colors around me swirling in a surreal dance. The sky was a tapestry of hues, and the trees whispered secrets in brushstroke patterns. Rythe stood nearby, relieved yet anxious. He explained that a magical brush, stolen by a thief, had trapped him in this realm. To escape, we needed to retrieve it.

Our journey was perilous. The painted world was inhabited by trolls, their forms distorted by the artist's imagination. Armed with turpentine-coated weapons, we confronted these beasts. Each battle tested our resolve, the creatures' strength formidable even in their painted forms.

After a series of harrowing encounters, we located the thief's corpse, the brush clutched in his lifeless hand. With it, Rythe painted a portal, allowing us to return to the real world.

Back in his studio, Rythe expressed profound gratitude, gifting me the Apron of Adroitness—a token of appreciation and a symbol of our shared ordeal.

In the realm of art, I discovered that courage and compassion transcend the boundaries of reality.

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[aftermidnightnotes]

Good evening.

One of my favorite things is creating objects inspired by things I saw in dreams.

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I don’t really understand where they come from, but I gratefully use them in my work anyway.

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[felmiraquasimara]

📜 51. “Mystery at Harlun’s Watch”

🌄 Loredas, 13th of Frostfall, 3E 433

(Cheydinhal → Harlun’s Watch → Swampy Cave → Cheydinhal)

I had scarcely finished one contract when Burz gro-Khash called me in again.

“More disappearances,” he said, rubbing his temples. “Harlun’s Watch, south of here. Villagers vanishing without a trace. Go see what you can find.”

The road led me through leafless trees and early frost. Harlun’s Watch was small, quiet, and wrapped in unease. Drarana Thelis met me near the well, eyes hollow from sleepless nights.

“They go out looking for the lights,” she whispered. “Blue ones, flickering in the marshes. And they never come back.”

She pointed me toward Swampy Cave, where the lights were last seen. It was little more than a damp cleft in the ground—but I could already see the truth. Will-o-the-Wisps floated near the entrance, their ghostly glow haunting the trees.

Inside, the truth turned savage. The cave teemed with trolls, their foul stench saturating the stone. I fought them room by room, Dawnsunder and Sunglade striking true through the dark. Midway through the cavern, I found what we feared: the body of Eduard Denile, crumpled beneath claw marks. There was no hope left for the missing.

I cleared the rest of the cave, ensuring no beast would claim another soul.

Back at Harlun’s Watch, Drarana received the news in silence. “We feared it,” she said, tears brimming. “But at least now... we know.”

She handed me a simple band—the Mind and Body Ring, enchanted to strengthen resolve. A quiet thank-you from those with little left to give.

I returned to Cheydinhal that night, heavy with thought. Burz grunted his approval and handed over the payment. “You’re doing good work,” he said gruffly.

I nodded. Not all victories gleam in sunlight.

The light they followed was not salvation, but sorrow. Still, we walk toward it, if it means shielding those who remain.