Darkness. It was as foreign to her as the emotion of hate. And yet, in this haze of agony, it was her only companion, the darkness. That against which she had striven, which she had dedicated her life to fighting, was now the only thing she could see and feel. Besides the places where her skin was s...

On the subject of authors changing the content of books based on readers… Being something of a writer myself, I have a fair measure of insight on this one, at least form my own experience. To be honest, sometimes the way you originally intend a scene and how it actually ends up are very different th...

Orien’s fingers, entwined in Gabrial’s, tightened and a slight wash of something unreadable crossed her face… as of some cloud crossing the sun. Her dragon-like electric blue eyes settled upon the stranger, kind and yet concerned, which was unusual for the eternally light hearted and hopeful healer....

*Runs over and puts hands over your mouth* SHHHHHhh!!! Don't give them any ideas!!!!

As always, you folks out did yourselves! Despite the hot and sticky weather, it was a wonderful event on all fronts, and again the role playing that I saw and experienced was setting an even higher bar than before. Everyone should be congratulated on that. There was a lot less out of character time,...

Beyond the Castle Gravesbane, near to the border of Haven in the woods between the town proper and the village, there is heard on this morning a great deal of industry. Saws and hammers, workers and instructions being shouted, and woven within the din, the sound of Orien singing just as happy as you...

“We do,” she said softly. “We who would heal, would be strength when others cannot be strong for themselves. It is given those who walk in Light to be such for those who have lost their way. Each of us in our own way. Together, I believe that we might all be strong, might make a brighter day than ye...

She heard the unspoken slight rebuke in his words, and nodded. Yes, she was granted leave to walk her path only by the blood and strength of others. That she knew all too well. “I am thankful for those who make it possible to live as I chose, my Lord, and I do not look down upon them for being as th...

She winced at his mention of Ian. “Yes… the wound is yet raw. I…” She faltered. Should have been there for him… should have gone with Delayne as she asked, she did not say. “He was kind to me, dear as few others. He will be so very missed. But mine is the care of those who are left behind, to see to...

With complete innocence and no guile she replied with a blink of her large, strange eyes, “Rather, yes. You are an imposing figure, Lord Regent, and your feelings run strong. I see one capable of great good… and equal measures of darkness. That, the potential of violence were it not for restraint, I...

“Balance.” She took a deep breath and followed him with her electric blue eyes, absorbing the lesson as would a sponge. Not a fighter perhaps, but she was an elf and it took her little time to commit everything that he said to memory, to make it part of herself. “I have watched some of the others, p...

It was late. Very late. Most of the folk of Haven were abed to prepare for the challenges of the next day, or happily drinking away their sorrows. She envied both. Sleep would not come, and drink was not really her way. So, she turned back to the leather bound book in which she had been writing with...

On Voralen’s heels, Orien enters the Inn with a worried look on her face, fearing someone is hurt, as ever. When she sees the Lord Regent and her mentor in such seeming good natured, if not a little fell, conspiracy, a confused look crosses her features. She comes to stand beside Voralen, clearly ta...

The healer listened to more than her new brother’s words, she listened to the wholeness of him. She studied his movements, the calm care with which he himself took breath and movement. She reached out with her extra sharp senses and took in not only what he said, but everything that he did. She matc...

Orien flushed pink under the kindness of his words. She was unused to people really noticing her, let alone paying her any kind of compliment. “I…” She blushed again and smiled, nodding. The blade that Orien carried, new, was a simple yet elegant affair. Maxamus had been truly wonderful to her and h...