Rings of Honor

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Once a princess fair and just, Her sisters, three, she did trust, Until one day they hatched a plot, To steal her crown, they weren't caught. The princess fled, alone and lost, In forests deep, her fate was tossed, Her sisters thought they'd won the game, But little did they know the shame. For the...

In the Wyld Lands ruled a queen, Powerful and strong, she was serene. Her wild magic flowed like a stream, Her eyes shone with an otherworldly gleam. She rode through the forest on her steed, Graceful and bold, she took the lead. Her people loved her, she was their guide, In her kingdom, they could...

"They'll sing songs of ye, they will."





"Oh, Little Dove, surprise will be thine."

When you know the language of the land, Eversummer will always call you home… Set deep in the forests of Battlefield Park, maybe even a touch north of the district's true end but well before the edge of the wilds beyond, a mist shrouded hollow calls to those with nowhere else to go. The mists are k...

When you know the language of the land, Eversummer will always call you home… Set deep in the forests of Battlefield Park, maybe even a touch north of the district's true end but well before the edge of the wilds beyond, a mist shrouded hollow calls to those with nowhere else to go. The mists are k...

The Accords were truly the only rules that mattered to people like Vaeluthil and even then the signatories had trouble enforcing them in an autonomous region like Rhy'Din. It was part of why she liked it here and why she had built her life here. Freedom. So why the Accorded confirmation of her new l...

Minutes, hours, days, and weeks passed. The lark's call was answered to the Sidhe's expectation and then some. Eversummer Hollow was hollow no more. It was a summer forest grove for all intents and purposes and no short number of creatures had come to explore what it had to offer. It meant a disorie...

January was always the worst month. December was tolerable because of the pretty lights that decorated the city. The skating rink and the ferris wheel in Old Temple helped too. February was a month of sweets and pink things and stuffed animals and cards from friends. January though... January had no...

As Spring toyed with the idea of coming to bless Rhy'Din with its arrival, weeks or maybe even months before, the mist shrouded tower too considered just how to chase away the loneliness of winter. High, high above it all, a pair of mismatched eyes looked out from a frosted window over the sleeping ...

It started with a tower, obscured by befuddling mists and impenetrable by all save a scant handful. It was set deep in the forests of Battlefield Park, maybe even a touch north of the district's true end but well before the edge of the wilds beyond. Few visited save for birds and bees and fawns and ...

Though she had all but disappeared from the public eye for the better part of the year, a slip of a faerie made an appearance at the gala. It was close to home after all.

Fly away.

The Summer Vale

Lord Traeliorn Magdove

The Keep of the Wastes