The cities and villages of Melrath are as varied and diverse as they come. The capital of Raelia is the the jewel of this western kingdom, playing host to a merchants, artisans, Aesir priests, as well as a cut throat political landscape dominated by the nobles of Raelia. To the south in the depths of the Myrkvior Forest lies Melrath's second largest, and oldest city, Fensalir. Here people have learned to live alongside spirits and the natural world by maintaining their loyalty to traditions laid down the first Melrathi. To the east lies the small fishing village of Noatun, and to the western mountains rests the Mer city of Verimeer, the brewing town of Alivilda and the alpine village Vormund.
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The forest was in front of her, its massive, immovable structure a perfect representation of her state of mind at the moment. She had spent a long time honing her ability to use runes... But today would be different; today was the start of the process by which she would become proficient in one of...
Luvi left her class behind and started her walk home in the cold. The world around her was shrouded in darkness, the only light provided by the occasional torch and the flickering fires visible through the windows of homes she passed. The snow underfoot crunched...
On a frigid winter morning that was impossible to see in without the aid of glows from inside buildings, Luvi made her way through the sparsely populated streets. The cold air was sharp, biting at any exposed skin, and her breath formed small clouds of mist as she exhaled. Ahead, there was a...
It was past midday when Luvi arrived at the training grounds for her martial arts lessons. It was one of those mornings where it was so cold that most people didn’t bother showing up. Some instructors had come and even left after seeing that their help wasn’t needed.
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On the day of her application, Luvi woke up before dawn. The morning...
Illuvia woke up early every morning, even before the sun had a chance to peek over the horizon. The air was crisp with dew as she stepped out into her backyard, where a small wooden training dummy stood waiting for its daily beating. She donned her black pants and white top, tied them securely...
The outskirts of the city bustled with activity as Illuvia stepped into the role of a laborer for the day. The scent of fresh bread wafted from nearby bakeries, and the rhythmic clatter of hooves on cobblestones echoed through the air. In the heart of this lively community, Illuvia stood at a...
Luvi decided fairly on in the morning that she wasn't going to be going to lessons that day. She snuck out through her window so that nobody would be able to find her. She just needed a break, a chance to clear her head and refocus. She didn't want to disappoint her father, but she felt like she...
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Illuvia was an ambitious young Runewright, eager to test her abilities on a daily basis. Today she had chosen to practice running around a park, jumping over obstacles and generally trying out some of the more physically demanding exercises that she could think of. As always, she had prepared for...
Goku meandered down the streets of a city in Melrath, his thoughts adrift in a sea of memories, choppy and unrelenting. Melrath was a country that was unique to others he’d been to. The sun, a fiery orb in the sky, was setting, splashing the world in hues of orange and red. It was during such...
Illuvia leaned over the worn, wooden desk in her small room, focused on studying and practicing writing. She considered writing as a kind of art form which wasn't surprising given that her primary magical abilities revolved around runes. She didn't have a natural talent for it but she had passion....
In the dimly lit room, Illuvia, a determined mage, embarked on the challenging task of mastering the fusion of the Rune of Strength with a Touch Trigger. Her room was cluttered with notes documenting her failures, a testament to her commitment to overcoming obstacles. With a sense of anticipation,...
Illuvia woke up early, happy to catch the sunrise. The crisp morning air and the sight of the golden disc rising over the horizon never ceased to amaze her; it filled her with a sense of wonder that only those who witnessed the beauty firsthand could truly understand.
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Irkall skulked the city in unseen form, eyes watching all those around. Days out like these were few and far between in the colder seasons. While the Mortalborn preferred the privacy of the home on a typical day, he had recently found new revelations that could lead him to other...
The wooded floors of the small cottage creaked beneath the heavy feet of Syvaine’s father as he entered the room. Sylvaine sat patiently at the table, legs crossed, but her posture relaxed. Comfortable. It was an odd feeling - the feeling of being back home after moving away....
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Every journey has a beginning, every tale a genesis, and every mage, an initiation. For Illuvia, her initiation into the world of Hone was not merely a transition; it was a transformation. The moment she traced the first symbol onto her skin, she connected with a power that existed beyond the...
Two trials prior, Kiljan looked askance at Lykla, and lifted a brow at the young Gofrith. It's a bit against the grain, is all. He stated of the lad's purported intention to join the Aesir. For a Gofrith to join the priesthood. And not even as a freebooting shaman, but a loremaster? Nose stuck in...
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