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Channeller Warren “Now there’s a ghost in the back of this room / And I don’t like it / I fall asleep with my covers pulled up / And try to fight it / I gotta say, it’s hard to be brave / When you’re alone in the dark / I told myself that I wouldn’t be scared / But I’m still having nightmares.”...

Nelle hastened back to camp, feeling vaguely numb. Mentally, she struggled to pull the mask back down into place while her true self had been so easily revealed. There was a small part of her that felt relieved. But another part was deeply terrified. When people got in her way, they died. That...

With Nica's grim and somewhat eerie words of warning, the muddied and bloodied group of Redeemers were led past the looming gates and inside the jutting building. Nelle, feeling a little sleepy from the pain relief herbs she'd been given, was unusually quiet as she took in their new...

Channeller Warren "I'm not crazy/ I'm just a little unwell" _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Nelle gently tightened her saddlebags and checked the saddle straps on her mare. With...

Nelle felt her stomach gurgle approval at Nica's suggestion of food. She hoped it wasn't noticeable. Carefully, she led her mare through the crowded streets. This place hadn't changed much from her memories; she just saw everything from a slightly taller perspective now. People shouted, hawking...

Channeller Warren "Tomorrow will take us away/ Far from home/ No one will ever know our names/ But the bards' songs will remain"...

Nelle had a way of making herself look distracted, even when she was acutely focused on something. So as Nica spoke, she lazily kicked her legs, picked at a stray string on her blouse, and stared blankly at the murals on the wall. Still, she missed nothing of what the commander said. Though, she...

Channeller Warren "Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be, if we met at midnight in the hanging tree." A bird, as yellow and bright as a dandelion, lit softly upon the edge of the garden wall. It, as many others sometimes were, had been drawn by the soft lilting melody lifting...

Hi all, I'm new to this site but not to rpgs. Looking forward to stretching my writing muscles. Heart