The untamed wilderness of Melrath is vast and encompasses frigid mountain ranges, glacial fields, deep alpine lakes, dark ancient forests as well as the expansive shoreline of the nation. Here creatures and spirits dwell together in the remote places of the world, far from the hustle and bustle of civilization.
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Casual Necromancy 66 Vhalar, 719 Morning
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A couple pieces of firewood were taken from a pile of it that was stacked up next to a fireplace. Nobody would notice or care except for the one who had taken them. It was, of course, Abra who had gotten bored of playing...
The call of the morning sun woke Abra up. He was still in the tower where the Syns headquarters resided laying in one of the many beds that housed the soldiers. He was sore for reasons he couldn’t put a finger on. He blamed...
It was another frigid day in the Melrathian winter. Abra had plans to cozy up and experiment with his wooden thrall some more. There was so much he wanted to try and a lot of woodworking he wanted to do to see what kinds of shapes he could animate. These plans were put to rest...
Knife in hand, Abra stared at the log of wood that had been left outside his quarters in the Syns’ tower. The log had come with the knife and a note. “Cut the log into a puppet shape.” Abra had no idea why he was being asked to do this but the note looked official. “This might be...
Part of being a Syns Acolyte was helping out with an assortment of tasks. Abra always thought himself above such things because he didn’t consider himself indebted to the organization. He charged a fee for his magical...
A small group of Syns mages sat in the middle of a cramped cube of earth. It was rather unfortunate that they were stuck in there because they were surrounded by ten very aggressive foreigners who had been pushing their...
“I haven’t seen you practice Attunement hardly at all,” Abaeil said to Abra. She was his official mentor in the Syns so she had a vested interest in his success. She knew that her student had many other sparks within him… but...
Abra sat across from another Syns mage in the Lyngvi Tower and looked down at a complicated board game that he was trying out. Each board piece on his end had a special ability while it was the other mage’s job to make scenarios that were difficult for Abra to overcome. This...
The work of a Syns Acolyte was rarely exciting to Abra. There was a lot of training and classes and mental exercises that made his head hurt. It didn’t stop him from trying, for he saw that just one promotion made things much better. He guessed that the rigor he was being...
Ymiden 47th,719
Company: Unknown figures| Theme: Somebody Else | Thoughts: How did they catch me?| Mood: Pissed
Returning from an exciting affair in the capitol of Melrath, Nasod was greeted by the animals of the forest. They had fled upon his arrival, in fear of him being a vicious predator,...
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It had begun. At the darkest point in the night, the witching hour.
All across Melrath in the days prior everyone had been seeing the signs, even beyond the outskirts of Myrkvior forest. Tiny footprints in the morning dew, echoes of haunting laughter...
Abra didn’t often spend his time in the wilds but there was little choice when he was on his way from point A to point B. His mentality as a rupture was to travel and travel quickly. There would be crackles and snaps audible from a hundred meters away as he blinked almost instinctively to pull his...
44th Ymiden, 719
H e knew something was off when Blue refused to follow the trail. It didn’t matter how often he would point her at the spoor, the dog would have none of it; whining and growling until Alaric gave up and dismounted to read the tracks himself. Blue would tail him, hesitant and in...
The impressive Lyngvi Tower overlooked the southeastern Melrathian border and posed as an intimidating obstacle to anyone that wanted to invade this great nation. Abra felt a sense of pride when he looked out at the body of water that stretched out for miles and miles. He...
Everything happened so suddenly. Abra was fast asleep and slumped onto the back of a clown faced mage on horseback. Then, his body sat up straight and his eyes opened wide. He spoke without his own volition and said, “you’re getting close. Sorry I couldn’t warn you sooner....
It had been about forty eight hours since Abra had passed his rigorous testing. He had demonstrated control over his sparks and was accepted into the Syns without any sort of ceremony at all. His joining “gift” was being put into a prison cell sized room for two days...
More travel awaited the clown faced mage and Abra, the budding Acolyte of the Syns. They were on a horse on a steady pace towards a Necromancer sighting, The horse seemed to never tire, fueled by magic that Abra couldn’t understand. Tirelessly it trotted along while Abra’s...
By the time they reached Fensalir, Brent was squinting in the dark and he thanked the moon spirits that one of them was full tonight. Tony, the old horse, was huffing and snorting and Brent’s legs ached from the fast-paced travel. But they had made it....
The seven day journey was nearly at an end. Nearly seven days of not having to deal with mutations was like a vacation. He spent most of his time in his room on the ship after his first few interactions with the Syns turned sour. He had enough fun experiencing mundane emotions...
Suddenly it was another place, another time. The sun in the sky was higher up, showing it to be late afternoon, the bright shining sun warming the scene he saw in his dreams. He had seen… two young children, throwing a ball back and forth, as they smiled and...
Brent awoke with a start to pounding at his door. Who in the spirits was up at this hour wanting his attention? The cartographer scrambled out of his bed as the knocking persisted and didn’t even bother throwing on pants over his undergarments.
For the longest time, Kisaik had been exceedingly impressed and intrigued by the brews that humans so loved and imbibed. The subtle magic of inebriation was fascinating to him. While brews of various sorts could make the tunawa happier, they rarely...
The day began like any other, except this time Abra was genuinely worried. He’d gotten dressed and headed out the door but he was heading out of the city instead of towards its center. He had agreed to meet with Frankfor, the man who had agreed to mentor him as a mage. He knew...
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