Honey Bee Buzzings

 (Written with Renan and Teralla/Amber) Ren steps out of the Tidesages shrine and pulls his heavy cloak tighter around himself, squinting into the salt laden wind that was blowing in from the harbour. Looking at the rough and weary souls inhabiting this section of dock his thoughts drifted to the armour he had opted to leave at home; on the one hand he knew the blue of the Alliance would have closed more doors than it opened here in the island nation, on the other his dark leathers and boat cloak would not stop a dagger in the back. Adjusting his cloak so the Silver Hand stitching is visible on his collar and he turns to make sure Kan is still behind him. She was. Stepping from behind him, she stood at his side. The fur trimmed hood of her heavy cloak pulled away and she surveyed the area around them. A deep breath of the salty sea air taken and she gave a slight grin. Looking up at Ren, she smiles and takes his hand. "Ready?" Ren squeezes her hand and smiles. "Rea...

((Written with Renan)) The air within the Violet Hold hums with barely restrained arcane energy, the wards and barriers bathing the red brickwork in pale blue light. Cells of all sizes are set back into the circular chamber which reaches up hundreds (if not thousands) of feet overhead. A few guards pace back and forth on the ground level, crackling staves held at their sides as the inspect each cell. Above them, even more guards float and glide between cells on enchanted discs. A pair of guards, one wearing a crisp new robe, approach one of the lower cells. The obviously senior guard stops and sighs, gesturing to the small chamber. “And this is prisoner 2468391. She was brought in last night for...” The barrier flares and stretches as the occupant of the cell slams against it. “Fer nothin’! Fer takin’ a damn drink! I dun'no why you’d throw me in ‘ere for tha!” Macee snarls, pressing her muzzle against the straining energy field. The senior guard, clearly frustrated by t...

She knew it would be big. It was a damned city! She knew it would be big! But this? This was just unnatural! Dozens, if not hundreds, of streets cut narrow alleys between the tall, peak-roofed buildings. Small plazas and courtyards are scattered haphazardly but frequently across the city, many of which contain pools or fountains. Magically lights of every color and description bathe the city which seems to sit in perpetual twilight. Macee grumbles and squats in a small green space behind a market, thankful for some elbow room and quiet at last. She scruffs her main in frustration before shaking it out. She offers a toothy grin to a pair of passing mages whose eyes linger on her for just a little too long... She watches with an amused chuckle as an enchanted broom and dustpan float by. She quickly fishes one of her finished apple cores from her bag and throws it in the path of the magical cleaners. The broom jolts to a halt and, with a quickness that catches her completely off...