At the dead-end of an alley, a new enchanted tavern has suddenly, and mysteriously, come into existence. It has much to offer for those who would venture inside.
Elliot wove between the tables, his hands still drawn in to be careful, but his step more lively than when he first arrived. He had finished all that he had been asked to do today, and no one had been angry with him. He smiled as he went around the end of the counter, approaching… Read More »Year One #7: A Valuable Lesson
“And what is your name dear?” The old man at the door was settled down deep into a chair. He was looking up over a book, but the quill that had been dancing across his loose pages now flittered up to a logbook and paused for her name. He was welcoming without question, looking right… Read More »Year One #6: A Face of Charm
There was a significantly dwindling number of respectable locations in which Eustace felt…comfortable. His home had too many memories woven throughout its walls. The presence of these heavy memories was holding him in continual reflection. As such, he would often set out to find someplace to tarry. Even with all of the intention in the… Read More »Year One #5: A Gathering of Thoughts
Ortmyre gave a brief evaluation of the room. Magical influences saturated the main area, mostly in the form of the obviously enchanted lighting. What raised the first of his concerns was the presence of multiple layered enchantments throughout the room. It would take some obvious poking about to find and identify what all effects were… Read More »Year One #4: Best Seat in the House.
Another coin gave a soft clack on the table beside the empty glass. A lone ruddy-colored fish focused on the motion with bright blue eyes from his large bowl at the table’s center. Wish slowly withdrew her hand back in time to gently turn the page as she read on with unbothered attention. Having read… Read More »Year One #3: A Quiet Place
Elliot ran crying through the streets of New Rimston. He had lost another bag of veggies as he walked home from the canal market. He couldn’t remember if he had set it down someplace lost, or if the meanies had grabbed it again while he wasn’t looking. He couldn’t tell Mama again. She’d be so… Read More »Year One #2: A Second Opening
The door gave a slight protest as it swung open with the first customer of the evening. The lock had not been left unlatched for more than a few moments before someone had come looking for a place to linger. There was a low murmur from the patron as he took a long look around… Read More »Year One #1: The First Day of Many