I was working on a new song in Ul’dah after I’d finished playing for yet another fete for one of the Syndicate. For some reason the words hesitated to come to me; another song about heroes marching unto an uncertain fate. Such songs were always popular with the tavern crowds,...
I was once more called upon by the Gridanian magus turned Sharlayan scholar, T’Shira Rihll the other evening. She had another levequest given her at the behest of the Stillglade Fane. This particular leve was more dangerous than our prior forays into the world of adventuring, so she chose now...
I have been so long abroad helping in Akela Springs, then going out to Tural to collect the remnants of The Silverwing that returning to Eorzea. That, in itself, was quite a journey and I was glad to have Archambaut Vremaix with me when I made it. Facing Esmeralda’s death...
I’ve been spending time in Ul’dah as my sister, Oxomoco Canek, was tending to some business with the Arrzaneth Ossuary. Long business, she’s been trapped in there for days or off on offical — but private — missions for them leaving me with little to do besides idle in the...
Sitting in a quiet corner of the Carline Canopy, the blue-and-white haired elezen was stooped over a small chapbook, pen idly tapping at the end of a line of lyrics that sat beneath the bar frames of unwritten music. It wasn’t often that the words came to her before the...
Shh-shh…Shhh… The soft rush of the sea lapped around the xbr’aal’s feet as she stood in the ever-changing sand beneath her feet. With each rush of the tide, she drew in a deep breath as she stretched her arms overhead. Warm Turali air was scented with the salty brine of...
Tuliyollal’s horizon was broken only by the glimmering, silvered shadow of a single ship as it pulled out of the harbor into the bright afternoon sunlight. Sails, brand new and bright white, lofted with the fair winds, billowing to fullness to send the ship dancing along the waves like the...
Thunderous rumbles rippled across the stands to the syncopathic beat of a thousand feet stomping in semi-unison amidst the guttural yells and bellows of hundreds of voices all singing out in a liturgy of violence and chaos. Merciless was the sun that glared down into the sunken hollow of the...
In a small camp not far from Stormwind, Jaehana sat with a needle and thread gingerly sewing bright blue pinion feathers onto her pauldron. The feathers were few and precious, difficult to come by, but somehow Gethran had managed. With delicate claws, she poked the needle through the hollow calamus...
I decided I would make the attempt to do Nanowrimo this year — for the uninitiated, that’s National Novel Writing Month. You spend the thirty days of November frantically trying to pound out a novel of 50,000 words or more. I’ve participated in a number of years, but I think...
