loss

Not Just A Sparrow

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

"Just take another step. Sometimes, that's all you can do, my sunshine. Is to just keep stepping."

Syllea's Diary

Author: 

A small journal that Syllea keeps for her deceased parents. Just random pieces of parchment that she keeps grouped together.

A Strong Man

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

A poem Syllea wrote in dedication of Egfor, someone she is growing fond of and feels she is gaining a friendship with.

 

A strong man,

From the outside.

But full of sorrow and grief,

White Memories pt.2

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

(Includes a death. The following story takes place mostly in the year TA3012)

Orcs... There were orcs swarming all over the camp. They had come seemingly out of nowhere, the detachment had gone from calmly setting up their camp to fighting for their very lives, with Neth barking out orders in the thick of battle

"Form up! Form up and close ranks! They're just Orcs! We've fought them off before!"

All Wrong

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Wrong. This was wrong. Why was she drinking something she enjoyed? It wasn't fair. 

Not fair to drink when they could no longer taste beverages which they enjoyed. 

Memory of a Sister

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Screenshot: General screen

Once again she stood on the Ice Bay,
The tears of grief stopped her on the way.
Her mind now focused to always think twice
About haunting thought of the past sacrifice.
Clad in black but her world seems grey,
From the very day her heart has been astray.
The miss for a sister is all that she feels, 
The broken heart still hurts but never heals. 
When all hope is lost for the dearest to return,
She watches still, her foes will burn.
The Northern Wolf howls once more,

Our Mighty Castles

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

We built our mighty castles
On rotten swamps
And sickly mires.
Crumbling, now;
Like my dreams.

We crossed these deadly bridges
Our fingers entwined
Our eyes closed.
Burning, now;
Like my rage.

We whispered silent promises
Of unending lust
Of everlasting love.
Broken, now;
Like my wings.

We dawned endless sunsets

Raindrops

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Watching raindrops race
Across the windowpane
These dusty thoughts
Once more turn
To you.

I remember your face
Untouched by time
Or sorrow
And that smile
Which humbled the stars.

These walls are silent, now.

Wait for me
In what better place you are.

A Vow of Silence

Author: 
Arenborne

This is the story of Arenborn, and his journeys through life.

Cowardice

What type of content is this?: 
Screenshot: General screen

Gods, I'm such a coward.

A coward hiding under thick skin.

I saw him and bolted.

​What is it going to take?

To keep my sanity in tact?

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