The rays of the morning sun warmed my back as I stride away from my village. I was on a personal mission, partially to find something large enough to make a substantial contribution to the communal larder, yet small enough that I could actually take it down myself. However I was mostly looking for materials to make a proposal wreathe.


    
I froze as a spicy, sweet scent tickled my nostrils, driven by the gentle breeze

A Fairly Fair Ferry Fare
By 1ring42 and Ives Benton Eaton
Put not your trust in dragons, for they speak with forked tongues.
—Psenellan proverb
It was time to go.
The half-elves Āelyssa and Altāvion had spent many a month in Spellkeep, that fabled and mighty city of wizards and the center of power for the Ordo Ars Magica, the Order of Magical Art. Āelyssa was there to learn sorcery under her mentor, Hucinseram Nomen; Altāvion was there because he could never, under any circumstances, b

“What's
a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
Cam
turned towards the slim blond and smirked after taking a drink of her
beer. “I wonder if I should take that as a compliment or not. It
really depends on what you think of this place.”
He
smirked a bit. “It was the best icebreaker I could come up with.
Though it looks like if you're not careful there won't be enough
booze left for me.”
The
black haired mercenary smirked and rolled her eyes. “You answered
your own question.

Laine
smacked as she came down from her snack. A slightly salty, slightly
bitter aftertaste. Oh!
Old habits die hard.
The thought made her smirk. Laine
felt the writhing mass that had fallen to her stomach as in continued
its futile wiggles. It was a familiar sensation that, unfortunately
didn't come about nearly as often as she'd like. Most of the edible
sized people she came came across were either clients or potential
clients. It would be bad for business to devour them wantonly. But,
of cour

Jason
took a a crumpled black t shirt from his suit case and folded it the
best he could before putting it on a pile of similarly nerdy shirts.
After the shirt came several pairs of boxer briefs, which were
relegated to their own stack. He mumbled to himself, quietly venting
his frustration at being kicked out of his parent's home. It wasn't
his fault he couldn't find a job only six months after his
graduation, just like it wasn't his fault his art wasn't selling as
well as he had hoped. Luckily

Jason
took a a crumpled black t shirt from his suit case and folded it the
best he could before putting it on a pile of similarly nerdy shirts.
After the shirt came several pairs of boxer briefs, which were
relegated to their own stack. He mumbled to himself, quietly venting
his frustration at being kicked out of his parent's home. It wasn't
his fault he couldn't find a job only six months after his
graduation, just like it wasn't his fault his art wasn't selling as
well as he had hoped. Luckily

Darien
Rivers sighed as he pulled his boat up to the dock. He had just put
in a hard day of work and had hardly anything to show for it. Of
course he couldn't really blame himself. Today happened to be a tour
day. He
shook his head, mentally cursing the very concept of a day when rich
land-folk could traipse about the river, doing as they pleased
enjoying all the scenic views as well to do, not rich of course, but
well off, river-folk showed them the sites. Darien
grimaced and hefted the crate o