The roadside tavern was bustling and rancorous, drowning out the sound of the torrential downpour outside almost. Around a table were sat five delectable and eye catching women. The quintet's table able to seat six but one chair was empty, a crooked staff laying against it. The owner and tavern woman was an older Elven woman with a considerable bust and curves. Her outfit revealing generous portions of breasts only equaled in size and weight on observation by the Dark-skinned Elf who was dressed

[2019-04-22 20:28] *Camellia Silhouette fiddled with the settings on the camera, clicking and adjusting to get the best picture she could in the low light of the alleyway before a light flicked on and the camera began recording. "Ah, there we go..." The picture clicked in, taking in the dingy back alley that led into an empty lot, no windows, doors, anything to see that small patch of land besides the alley that led to it, and the light that filtered down from above, a small bit of bad planning

The sun was close to setting as it shined the golden rays upon the old, abandoned fortress sitting on the ancient volcanic mountain, storm clouds gathering to the south on the horizon. A leftover on the deserted Mediterranian Island from the days of Roman Conquest and the Empire, it was old and rundown. The gates long since gone from the front and much of it crumbling. That was until one came to a small building in the side of the fortress facing the mountain. It looked like it had been repaired

Here we have a standard, lovely, and completely normal suburbant neighborhood. Kids, dogs, happy families on the outside. Houses with two to three stories and even basements up and down the blocks. The sun shining down during a warm, Summer day halfway through the season as the focus comes to one such of the three-story houses. It was lavender siding with a large porch, pool, and hot tub in back. The front had a two-car garage and windows covered in shades. The A/C was obviously running as was a

Myala sighed as she stretched by her little campfire. Her magic staff on the ground to the side and the moon high in the night. The book in her lap of spells and lore that was her constant companion and study for the past several days since she left home and her Master's apprenticeship to take up the way of the Mage and Adventuring. Her path to the large city where she could register herself still a good several days in length away. Making it on foot or by the kindness of farmers and trader wago