Seasonal Events

Gunter did not know why the city felt different. As he stalked along behind his companion, eyeing the people in the streets, though, he could tell that something was different. There was an undercurrent, a tension, a sensation of calm before the mighty storm. Hrist, though, seemed excited rather than worried- he was beginning to be able to tell the difference, watching their face, the set of their shoulders- the slack in them, more like. The way they meandered this way and that, exchanging wo...

It was anything but a quiet day in Brookfell, with the arrival of spring came their tradition, one that Haku has only gleamed a few times in his life. He was from Rivertide with colorful festivals and almost child-like nature play with water balloons and the like. Here their festival was much different and a bit more violent than chucking a balloon at one another. He soon found himself at such an arena. Boisterous sou...

   There was no doubt the Wintervale cold was its most harsh when the days were darker. A few hours of sunlight didn’t warm up a thing, not that Wintervale even seemed to be free of snow anyway. Sparks was always hidden away underground in his little warm, cosy den. He preferred it that way. The guy was unable to retain heat, and he was from Brookfell... So it was like living in a freezer. Sometimes he questioned his choice of location.   Viggo often dragged him out from his tech ...