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She awoke to Arahim shaking her, urging her to get up. Arahim and their son were there, dressed and ready to go . . . where?

There was a sense of urgency about Arahim, yet Christopher seemed at ea ...

Hahahaha, that is awesome. I'm imagining Sylvan's reaction to waking up with a lizard on her face now, and flipping out.
That's pretty much how it went. Yep.

For those of you who have read recent posts by Sylvan and Arahim, and recently, Paytience, this might be amusing.
The first picture is from a letter from Arahim to Sylvan. The second is from the RP o ...

Waking from a long restorative sleep, free of the headache, Sylvan slowly sat up and looked around the bedroom with renewed perspective. The mere thought of what she next needed to do set her heart to ...

Paytience, the girl called herself.

After coming around from the land of unconsciousness, this young woman seemed to have reacquainted herself with truth and a modicum of manners.

Throughout the ...

Type O's Cinnamon Girl is actually the only version of that song I like. Never was a Young fan.

"Ring of Fire" by Social Distortion. The stuff of shivers.

The intruder's insolence momentarily amused Sylvan. The black-haired girl's sense of entitlement was something incomprehensible to Sylvan's mind; all she had, she'd earned, and most of it the hard way ...

Weeks had passed since Sylvan's return to the mountain house. She remained a gaunt, angry looking figure as the short days and long nights slipped by; eating little and sleeping even less combined to ...

It was with a combination of anger and defeat that Sylvan removed the medal from the small tree. She clenched the item hard enough that later, when she opened her fist, there would be a perfect imprin ...

As far as she could tell, the ritual went flawlessly. From the words spoken with perfect diction to the incantation to form the portal, it could not have been done better. When Sylvan opened her eyes ...

Good Gods, I do hope those vials in the background don't contain caustics or explosives...

A week had passed since finding the magical tomes, and far from the place of exhumation, Sylvan slumped exhausted and starving, dirty and determined, against the trunk of a huge oak tree. How many tim ...

Now that the memories had been allowed, and shown themselves to her, Sylvan went to the place that held her deepest secrets. Within a half of a day she found herself at the proper location. The energy ...

The dream, if that is how it could best be described, was simple yet powerful.

The map showed itself to her in an almost cartoon-like simplicity. It appeared as it may have if, those years ago, Syl ...

As Sylvan knelt before the shrine, she reflexively crossed herself. Without hearing her own whisper, words issued from her lips—vestiges of a religion, and a lifetime, lost to her. A vain attempt to ...