A Land Far Away

Farewell Daggerdale, the good times had there will not be forgotten, by me at least. Thanks to all the good folks that made it possible, from Memneth, to Esiovm and Thingray, to Squamatus, McJoker, Killthorne, Twiggy, Miz and Biz...all wonderful RPers, and all quality people. I'm happy to think that...

Hah! Great thread.

Gosh, just great. For me the druids and the rangers will always be in the Rystall, but will be much harder to find.

Fun read Twiggee, this will be interesting!

Cynon wrote:OMG awsome! You actually make me wanna play a... omg... me, me wanting to play a druid. Damn you!

Thank you! That's what I call an endorsement.

Part 2 coming at some point.

The light of the setting moon comes low through the deep, dark coniferous forest. The great trees, ordinarily so full of life, are quiet, black in the dark before the dawn. Alendir will his breath to steady, his heart to slow. Motionless, his keen ears wait for the sound he hopes will not comes, his...

Long fingers pick through a small pouch, selecting a slender stick of charcoal. The sun’s light, tinted green by its passage through the leaves above illuminates the fingers, the charcoal, and the parchment that will soon hold a message. Save for the breeze whispering through the branches, there is ...

Nicely written Daniel, I hope I can learn some of this from Nulen IC.

Keep up the good work

The dusky embers of the fire shift and spark as a piece of fallen wood is added, and the fire comes to life again with the offering. Light once more casts dancing shadows on the walls of the deep forest grotto, bringing into relief the two figures within. Alendir watches the fire’s merry movements a...

Nicely written, and quite intriguing for one who hasn't met your PC. Keep up the good work.

Well written TA. I like the characters, the sense of place...makes me want to make my way back to SD.

The old trapper sets his lines expertly, long years of experience having made the delicate task routine. His gnarled hands are strong, still capable of reaping the land’s bounty. Deepening shadows accompany the evening birdsong, and the trapper stops in his work for a moment to wet his throat from a...

Booteefull!

I love your writing, Miz...hope more of the events of the past get brought to life in this way.

Very nicely written Twiggs.

Can't wait to meet your next character.