Cajek

I cannot remember my first 22 years of life. I can detect clues to my past throughout my memories when I concentrate: things I remember that I wouldn't normally remember, but are clues nonetheless. The glint of dew off a rose that was probably only real in my mind. The way a cloud moves across a moon that never existed. The scent of a perfume from someone who never was. Flashes of eyes in 100 strangers that all seem familiar, yet not. The clues are specific to my current understanding of myself, but not specific enough to let me deduce my upbringing. This has led me to believe that, at some point in the past, I-- or someone closely associate

Remi had stayed up all night translating the messages from her teacher. Remi was bent over the pages of conversion tables and ancient manuscripts, matching them back and forth from what was being sent. The rain against the window made the night look deeper than usual, and she felt as though she was in some kind of vessel deep in the ocean. She looked at her full length mirror across the room, draped with her unwashed rags. She had been locked in her cabin for days, solving this latest puzzle. Remi put her silver mask on: It helped her vision. Remi began as a young raccoon, growing up in a simple stream-side town, but now she was someone else

Tallana - a young jackal embarking on her first adventure - recalled her tribulation to become a magic user. She was but eight... perhaps nine. Tallana had a dream: She is neither young nor old, it was a representation of herself. She walks into a room: On the left is darkness, on the right is light. To which does she walk? "I think the darkness is scary," Tallana replied as she went to the light. The darkness does not ever truly disappear, it becomes mere whispers... Darkness: "Escaping me because of fear will cause you more problems than you anticipated, my beautiful one..." Tallana enters the light and sees a young friend, a... what speci

This is testimony related to the trial of Szal Veilwinter and the capture of the Church’s most wanted criminal. Parts of this report have been redacted to protect the most secret knowledge of the Church. It is meant for the High Council and the Arch-Justiciar ONLY - all others will be persecuted until their death. This is the decree of the Church of Tyr and Altarhome: the indestructable fortress of His champions. Paladin Geralt My name is Leaf Willow, an auramancer from the Lowlands: A female squirrel from the Lowlands to be exact, a few days West from New Nottingham. I guess I’ll-- I guess I’ll start then? Do I speak into

Whitewillow stopped in front of the cell holding the new arrival. The paladins had been very careful about this one, for whatever reason. She kept the records on the third floor, and she felt very clever that she had eluded the guards and hub-ub to get a good look. Little nooks and crannies lead directly from the shelves to the subterranean, fourth level cells. It had been a full four seasons since there had been anyone down there. These were the truly dastardly criminals: The last one had been a weasel who had been spreading a disease that was linked to a few deaths. Whitewillow took a parchment and quill with her just to see what the situa

Flower held onto her father as long as she could, her long nose and whiskers buried in his chest. She didn't understand what he was talking about, except that he was going away for a long time. He was in his kilt and had his saber by his side, but as much as the trappings of war bespoke his ready departure, his arms held his little girl long and tight. Flower's mother was waiting to say goodbye as well, but as far as she was concerned this goodbye could last forever. He looked into her wet eyes again, and tried to explain once more: "My dear, my dear," he said as he choked back tears of his own, "I have to go... There is this place: Vulane.