Glade 65th, 121. Northern Wilds Even the wind that came off the dagger felt sharp. Nok weaved around each attack in a panic, keeping his distance with only the threat of an illusionary weapon. Despite the clenched smile hungry for blood, the eyes of the Grackle bandit held a note of fear each time ...

Glade 25th, 121

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https://i.imgur.com/RyDUdXZ.png Name: Gorg Fiorik Race: Orkhan DoB: Frost 22nd, 68th of the Age of Steel. PoB: Ecithian Empire, Ecithian Title: Gourmand Skill Skill Level Proficiency Blades 30/100 Apprentice Elementalism(Fire) 25/100 Apprentice Business 50/100 Journeyman Cooking 60/100 Journeyman A...

Glade 15th, 121. Hahseu, Midden Nok and Mord caught up as they strolled along the channel and collected Nok's siblings, chatting about their lives. It had been an entire season since they last saw each other, a considerable amount of time for Grackles, especially young ones. They both were finding ...

Name: Nok Race: Grackle Likes and Dislikes: Adventure and exploration are my main interests, but I'm open to most things. Reason for Visiting: Native Goal for the Season: Establishing Nok's character and getting him out into the world. Fleshing out his family life in the Midden and developing his p...

Glade 15th, 121. Hahseu, Midden Krovka stood before Nok expectantly, hands on her hips, eyes boring into his soul. Her fiery expression was unnerving and he stammered, fumbling with the package in his hand. She wrinkled her pointed nose in disgust at his meekness. “Well?!”, she snapped. A few tenan...

Glade 15th, 121. Hahseu, Midden A recent bout of heavy rain had flooded the channel that ran along the Grackle district of Hahseu, leaving behind great amounts of litter washed down from Kalzasi, Lake Udori, and other parts of the Midden. “Glade Tidings” such floods were called, and much like rich ...

Glade 65th, 121, Northern Wilds. Glodthor's tent might as well be a proper house from the sheer size of it. It was clear that the Moratallen was quite prepared for their journey, but Nok, however, was not. Before, he had considered the giant's and the rest of the party's gear to be excessive but he...

Glade 65th, 121. Northern Wilds The sour look from one of the female Legionnaires did not go unnoticed by Nok, her eyes sizing him up as she stuffed her hands into her threadbare pockets. He sniffed and looked back at her with feigned indifference as he tipped his hat from under his hood in an obli...