“Don’t drink too much.”
The familiar voice rings through his head as he stands there on the balcony, looking out over the moonlit, empty courtyard. Nina, the distorted from the well, had told him that during her confession. He had always thought it was just a side quip, giv...
2021-08-20 17:48:19 +0000 UTC View PostIt is the next day.
Veli doesn’t seem to have any magic yet, at least according to him when Fresh had asked him about his abilities. Much like with humans, some fairies are born with an innate natural talent for spell-casting from the day of their genesis.
Othe...
2021-08-20 08:19:19 +0000 UTC View Post[CANTA]
Class: Sin-Eater
Sub-class: None
Level: 11
HEALTH: ——
SOUL: 54/54 ⮅
EXP: 0/125
OBOLS: 0
HUNGER: You are stuffed full 2021-08-19 19:09:07 +0000 UTC View Post
Fresh comes back from the drink shelf, setting a bottle of hot coughee down next to Veli for him to warm himself up against and to dry off a little, before they open. Basil and Shamrock are standing on the other end of the counter, decorating a slime-toy together with assorted flowers and berries...
2021-08-19 12:33:00 +0000 UTC View PostEverything goes white.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Night has long since fallen. The constant sound of ticking strikes out around the man, sitting alone hunched over his dust-coated desk, working under dying lantern light. The many voices of the clocks filling the room, as ...
2021-08-18 15:06:39 +0000 UTC View PostFresh stands out on the balcony of their home, peering through the small telescope that they have sitting out here, as she looks around at the night-sky. She had just come back from the city hall half an hour ago. Shamrock and Jubilee had already gone to bed and Basil is downstairs, taking a hot ...
2021-08-18 08:18:11 +0000 UTC View PostAs he opens his eyes, laying on top of the damp grass, Canta notices that he can’t feel his legs. He listens to the wet squelching sound coming from down below at his waist. His mind, still drunk, already assumes that it knows what’s going on as he lifts his head to tell Alleluia to settle do...
2021-08-17 09:07:07 +0000 UTC View PostIt is dark outside as Fresh walks through the city, which is still held alight by the few large, shining crystals that float over it, washing it over with a calm pastel light which seems more than unusual for this dark hour. Glass jangles in her bag; items that she needs for her scheme to w...
2021-08-17 06:48:50 +0000 UTC View PostThe noise of shrilling crickets fills the air, the sounds of their many cries intermingling with the loud percussive and flute music that is being played and with the many excited voices outside, down in the garden. They have already begun with the festivities.
The garden erupts ...
2021-08-16 19:04:02 +0000 UTC View PostFresh and Shamrock sit across from each other, each on either side of the table. The two of them stare with narrowed, challenging stares, as their contest continues. Fresh had assumed that she would be a match for the man, given that she always eats a generous amount of snacks during the day. But...
2021-08-16 13:31:12 +0000 UTC View PostFresh stands behind the counter, next to Jubilee and bags some items up for a customer.
“Thank you, have a nice day!” she says to the man, who takes his bag and leaves without replying.
“You don’t have to say that to every single person, goo-brain,” say...
2021-08-15 08:50:23 +0000 UTC View PostIt is the afternoon of the next day. After she finished making her telescopes last night, Fresh had made a bunch of simple tools to attract more of the local craftsmen inside. Business is picking up again too, especially with the new rings that are, in her eyes, attracting an insane amount ...
2021-08-14 08:13:46 +0000 UTC View Post~*+- PROFILE -+*~ HP: ----- "Canta" SOUL: 24/24↑ LEVEL: 4 ↑ 
EXP: 0/5...
2021-08-13 18:40:22 +0000 UTC View PostIt is late at night. Basil is still fast asleep, apparently having fallen into a fever after all, much to Fresh’s worry. Jubilee has gone to bed as well.
“Tools…” mutters Fresh to herself, as she tinkers with some iron bars upstairs behind the counter. It is past their cl...
2021-08-13 08:44:46 +0000 UTC View PostHello everyone, I'm always trying to branch my roots out into new directions. So I've decided to start offering commissions. If you need something written or edited, let's talk! <3
Fresh stands with crossed arms outside of the door, watching as the load of glass weapons is loaded up onto a cart. She doesn’t see many of them up here on the mountain, carts, let alone any of the anqas who apparently aren’t fond of heights, which she thinks is funny for birds. But then agai...
2021-08-12 08:46:36 +0000 UTC View PostCity life isn’t so bad, really thinks Canta, as he stares at the upside down building. Sure, there are a lot of people here, far more than he is used to and he’s a bit of a celebrity too, that’s kind of fun on the first day but then it does get annoying immediately after that. On the other ...
2021-08-11 18:41:25 +0000 UTC View Post“You can do it!” says Fresh. All of the tiredness is washed away from her pale face, as she clenches her fists in excitement. Basil sits behind her, sideways on a chair and is leaned back against the wall. The priestess holds a cold bottle of tea against her damp forehead. She apparently does...
2021-08-11 10:39:11 +0000 UTC View PostIt is early in the morning, a few hours before daybreak. Fresh and Basil, both tired and a little delirious, are ecstatic about their results and cling to each other in a sweaty hug as they spin around in a circle, in an odd half-dance, half-wild-jubilation, down in the basement. This might perha...
2021-08-10 09:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostCanta sits leaned back against the back of the chair, his fingers tapping against the table, as he impatiently waits for whatever big-shot they were sitting here waiting on. Honestly, he couldn’t care less about meeting some bishop or some cardinal or whoever it was.
His stomac...
2021-08-09 18:10:25 +0000 UTC View PostA cold wind blows past her head, billowing the strands of her freshly washed hair out to the sides. As it moves, the cold fingers of the breeze touching her scalp, Fresh realizes how long her hair has grown since the start of her ‘new life’. All of the long, golden strands are already reachin...
2021-08-09 11:26:51 +0000 UTC View PostThe harvest-moon is soon to rise, offering a unique crafting opportunity, given its strong healing properties! What should Fresh focus on making? =)
2021-08-08 10:06:34 +0000 UTC View Post“Do I really have to do this?” asks Veli, looking around nervously.
“Do you want to keep your job?” asks Jubilee, threatening him once again. Veli gulps and nods quietly. “I thought so.”
Jubilee lifts their hand, pointing with their thumb to the small...
2021-08-08 09:06:32 +0000 UTC View PostPeople hurriedly run inside of the tunnel as the surging rain picks up pace outside, pushing through the underground with a loud, sharp whistle, as it shears along the rock-face. Fresh peers out of the window, watching as people run by, laughing to each other as they shake out their wet clothes. ...
2021-08-07 08:58:11 +0000 UTC View PostCanta isn’t really sure what is that he had expected as the carriage draws into the gates of the city, as Alleluia’s bewildered face stares out together with his. Water. A rushing waterfall crashes down against the ground below, falling from the highest point of the white-stone walls and they...
2021-08-06 15:47:49 +0000 UTC View Post“Hey,” says Fresh to the fairy, waving him over with a finger as she finishes her project, with Basil looking over her shoulder, to see if she did it right. She’s never made anything like this before, let alone something so small and so delicate.
The store is already busy a...
2021-08-06 07:14:30 +0000 UTC View PostJubilee holds out their hand, letting the fairy drop the gruesome trophy down into their open palm. While Jubilee takes a closer look at the eye, making sure that it’s actually fresh and not just store-bought, Basil runs over and heals the fairy. While not a great idea in regards to keeping her...
2021-08-05 18:57:19 +0000 UTC View PostThe journey is mostly peaceful for that first stretch. The carriage rolls on. The troop of lightly armored soldiers and priests marching in front of and behind it, the sounds of their boots accompanying the crunching of the dirt beneath the heavy wheels of the carriage. It seems to be more of a l...
2021-08-04 10:40:23 +0000 UTC View PostFresh is on the floor, crawling on her knees with a damp rag in her hand as she dusts the lowest shelves. Basil is just behind her, dusting and wiping off the middle shelves and Shamrock is in the back, wiping down the highest ones. The three of them are working their way through the aisles of th...
2021-08-04 07:24:34 +0000 UTC View PostCanta pays no mind to the embarrassed looks of the priests that he walks past, as the two of them leave the house. He supposes that they might have been a little loud. But that’s not his problem, as far as he sees it.
“Look!” says Alleluia excitedly, pointing up to the sky ...
2021-08-03 12:54:47 +0000 UTC View Post