The Grey Tower

Dread returned, sinking as a weight in her stomach; despite the Accepted’s flat tone, thinly veiled derision seeped into Flora’s bones. The fleeting wonderment of moments before had long evaporated, replaced by unwelcome certainty that the One Power would elude her entirely today. When Rhykana ...

OOC: Hey everyone, jump in and have at it! Upper ranks, mind holding off for 30-60s to let us have our fun before pooping all over the party? Also, apologies in advance for crass language.

Flora would have given anything not to pass through the heavy oak doors that towered before her. However ...

Flora gave the lightest of half-hearted snorts as she imagined walking the streets of Hama Valon with her brother. Adventures with Tom were never meandering, rubberneck tours. No, free time with Tom involved darting between every tavern, inn, and hell in a mile radius as he dangled whatever ...

Tia’s face lit up as she spoke of her childhood home. The Andoran smiled politely in return but her pleasant guise was merely a façade, thinly covering the sudden spark of jealousy Flora felt flare. What was that like to miss a place? Already the singer had spent as long in the Grey Tower as she had ...

Sooooooo, work has FINALLY started to slow down (I think).

Flora desperately needs to interact with people. I need to do something where she actually accomplishes SOMETHING or MOVES because thus far the bulk of her threads involve her sitting around brooding. Unfortunately, because I would like to ...

The faintest whiff of canicular* eddy breathed through pearly leaves, wafting the sweet scent of lilac blossoms that swayed gently overhead. Errant cirrus marred an azure sky where the sun glowed warmly over outstretched flowers. Glorious summer air embraced the garden, soothing flora and fauna ...

There it was.

The blithe reassurance she had heard again and again from each person in whom she dared confide her frustration. “Could you not sing in your free time?” “There will be time later when you have settled in.” “You can pursue hobbies as an Accepted.” “Perhaps you could be a channelling ...

With every sentence Flora could feel tension melt away from her shoulders and she found herself nodding inconsciently to Tia’s remarks. Given how the Saldaean gushed explaining her family tree, it could be assumed they were equally starved for friends. However, it was the woman’s comment about ...

Milliseconds stretched on into eternity as what remained of Flora’s stained nails bit down into her palms, straining with the tension of this awkward silence. The singer’s every instinct pleaded flight with fidgeting feet but fear of further mortification left her rooted in place. With the slight ...

No amount of water or soap could scrub away black-green stains that had worked their way into the Andoran’s fingers; skin not dyed with dirt and plant matter was now indignantly pink. Even picking at sand lodged deep under ragged nails did little to improve the sight of her hands and for this she ...