Stories of the Forgotten
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At the Gate
014 years
by Zeroth
in Through the Cracks
The two approach Dovecoral’s western gate. Bruin is tall and broad, with a rough face marked by scars. He wears leather armor and carries a grey woolen cloak over one arm. He walks slowly, looking at the marble walls and decorated towers with consideration. Weed is small and energetic, scampering off the path to examine things Bruin cannot see, then running to catch up.
A guard, tall and thin, leans on a spear outside the gate. “I thought you were looking for holly, not ruffians, Weed.”
Weed runs up, pulling Bruin by his calloused hand. “I found a new friend! Holly isn’t very social.”
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“Dovecoral”
014 years
by Zeroth
in An Outside View
Arrived at Dovecoral this evening. Large and prosperous. Similar architecture to back home, though more wood and less stone.
Saw a large temple for a sungod of some sort on my way in. Not Awendala, but it’s almost something of home.
Took a walk on the shore of the Dragonomen Bay. They say it’s named after a local legend, but it didn’t give me any answer, draconic or otherwise.
Sky sinks into night.
Wheeling seabirds strive to soar
only to falter.
What hope then for these sore feet
far from their heart-marked shore path?