Rings of Honor

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So, she had come to meet the patient they'd taken in at the Hospice. Why not simply go back there? Why all the way to Battlefield Park? They walked slowly toward the exit and in the general direction of the Temple, and she shifted in the shadows, keeping still to the shelter of the folliage. At last...

Much of Tennyson's later works revolved around the loss and mourning of his wife, didn't it?

Caleb had returned, and yet no sign of him have I seen. He has remained silent as I wait for him to take back his watch of this elven woman. Her schedule varies little, and there have been no indications that she truly requires this watch. Not that he would ever tell me why she warranted his care. A...

First the armored man entered the building, but he did not remain long. He spoke with my quarry for only a few minutes before departing with a determined expression. He mounted a war horse, securing the spear before riding off toward the northern side of town. It was not long before she locked the d...

The woman's routine varied last week for the first time since I'd been watching her for Caleb. He's been seen back in Rhydin, but I have not seen him to give him back his job. There are things I would like to do, but as long as he remains a phantom, I am honor bound to watch the woman, but protectin...

I watch her. Her routine never varies. Where ever Caleb is, he can have this one back any time. She goes about once a week to the house on Gold Dragon Way. Caleb said it is her mother's home, but that she will not enter that place. It looks like a wonderful home to grow up in, and the land feels elv...

I walked into the Arena, and felt a shadow following, so moving slowly toward the bar, I caught a look at Caleb following Anne into the arena. He was a dark shadow behind her, guiding her with softly spoken words that only she could hear. I turned and poured a glass of white wine, and a glass of vod...

There wasn't even a season last year for hockey.... ::chuckles::

She sat unmoving in the shadows of the rooftop. The half elf Dimitri wandered out of the Hospice. He leaned against the wall a moment, as though pondering. He has certainly been through many trials and tribulations, though it appears he's mastered the phase shifting problem he'd had when last we'd s...

I have a bug to report. I cannot change screen names from Internet Explorer. When I launch the page and log in, everything goes great, but when I click log out, and try to log in with a different name, the system keeps taking me to the log in screen. It doesn't matter which name I try to log in with...

The scent of smoke drifted lazily across the roof tops, and the elf's eyes scanned the district surrounding the hospice. There had been multiple reports of fire in 3 sections of town. The Golden Ivy, Badside, and Dragon's Gate had all suffered at the hands of an arsonist. Only one though had someone...

The Priestess made another trip to the vacant house on Gold Dragon Way. I find it curious that she is spending time staring at an empty house. It would be interesting to know why she comes here, and just what is passing through her thoughts as she stares. Of course, another question is why Caleb fel...

I was still, deep in the shadows as the Priestess had found the soldier on her doorstep. To all appearances, this woman that Caleb watched was an upstanding citizen of RhyDin. Why he was committed to watching her was anyone's guess. She held to a schedule, never wavering, with the one exception of t...

Cold crept across the tree branch, and as I sought the source of the unseasonable chill, I caught sight of a wispy presence floating in the same tree. It seemed focused on the Priestess, but it did not make any aggressive moves toward her. Caleb had not mentioned a ghost. Wonderful. The Priestess ha...

The Priestess walks each day from Temple to Hospice and back. Caleb has requested me to watch a very boring person. Watching the Priestess, I cannot fathom that protection would ever be needed, but today she did something unusual. Her path led us into a residential area along a street called "G...