The event was big enough to demand a venue, but not big enough that you'd know that there was an event. And so the event found its way to a quiet little rental space nestled in a single-floor commercial complex, so nondescript and so used to serving whatever purpose it was rented out for that it didn't have a posted name-- the address was all you needed to know. The sun was just beginning to set, and the hour was drawing near. A few nearby parking garages had filled up with pilgrims destined for

Sereena's tail lashed to and fro behind her as she waited for her friend. A distant rumble made the mouse-girl glance up at the darkening, clouded sky again, running a hand through her short, brown hair with a frustrated huff. It looked like it might storm-and Mimin still wasn't here yet! And it would wait to rain until after she'd done all the day's work, wouldn't it? She leaned her back against the fence post on the edge of town, arms crossed-before perking her murine ears up as she spotted so

Mount Koto-o-noke,
they call it. A towering volcano, the tallest of any on the ring of
islands. The time of its last proper eruption is mythological, but
the magma still flows beneath it, heating the water beneath the earth
and turning the various depressions that sink low enough to reach the
water table into natural spa baths. One would think that there would
be tourists-- at least, more of them. But the mountain is mostly
untouched by human habitation. Outside of the chirping of birds and
the

Much in life is a matter of perspective. Let us say, for instance, that there exists a world in which there exist human-like creatures the size of animals relative to the trees that surround them. That could imply one of two possibilities about the scale of that world: first, that it was the same size as ours, and the creatures themselves small by human standards. The other is that the world itself is fantastically large and its physics similarly outsized, permitting the well-known absurdity of

It
was a warm summer's day in the kingdom of Agrimethea. A sprawling
land united under the banner of a single king, there were many wild
places still untouched by human hands. That is to say, hemmed in as
they were by the buttons of human cities and the stitches of their
roads, there were vast patches of the land which hardly knew
themselves to be owned. But a lawless place is a rare find indeed,
and it would be better to say that there were a great number of
places that the kingdom simply wasn'

It's
a lovely day in the forest. There's not a cloud in the sky, and a
cool breeze blows through the trees, offsetting the summer heat.
Imira is making her way through the vegetation on the forest floor;
she's not trying to be particularly stealthy at the moment, as she's
not really on the hunt. Thirty feet of green scaled naga-tail move
through the underbrush with her, but the thick, leafy undergrowth
hides it well...Someone would need to be rather close to realize that
she wasn't just a busty.

It's the middle of summer, and that can only mean one thing: the beach! Surf, sand, and skin as far as the eye can see. The broad swath of gorgeously-swirling sand that sits somewhere on the east coast is absolutely packed today. Everywhere you look, there are people trying to figure out how much skin they can bare for tanning without attracting the eye of a hungry predator. ... but the more genre-savvy of the beachgoers pay no attention to such things, seeing as they'll probably wind up in a be

The Nether Realms! The very bottom of the universe! The place where the worst of all souls go to meet their ultimate fate. For most, it is a place that repays all the horror, dread, and pain that they inflicted on others. Not very pleasant, not very pleasant at all. Not unless you're one of the natives. They get to have all the fun they want at the expense of those weaker than them. Thankfully, most of them are content to stay where they are and feast on the plentiful supply of tainted souls tha

Chaos. It's... well, as unimaginative as it sounds, it's chaotic. Energies and colors whirl beyond the rim, the endless drop off of reality, with winds and rocks hurtling through the air, often crashing together with stunninf effect. The sky is ever shifting between colors, and presently is blue, as Fari sits on the edge of the Rim, outside her home away from home... her little mansion away from the Ways. She's fishing, oddly enough... having gotten a prmonition that something would be coming th