The next few trials were pretty uneventful. I could probably draw them out in some kind of convincing narrative, but it’s not really necessary. I passed them all easily. I snuck around, I hunted the prey, I hauled the carcasses, I knew poisonous versus edible flora, I held my breath (not as long as some, but well enough to hunt a caiman), I climbed the trees, and I scouted the area. I even fisticuffed properly (the only one I didn’t pass stunningly. I mean, I passed, just not

She smiled with her heart, which translated into her face as happiest grin it could muster. Her wife laughed. “You have the stupidest grin on your face right now.” “You’re my wife. How can I not be stupidly happy?”

I’d have to say it was when the eagle’s talon went into my eye socket that I realized hunting might not be for me. Obviously, my parents...

Another morning met our heroes, and with it came a task courtesy of the Emerald Boughs, a branch particularly concerned with diplomacy, intelligence-gathering, social studies, and improving communities wherever possible. This in mind, our new human friend Ignaci met us along with Tzeniwe, an Adani student. In the interest of connecting with their new home, exploring the city, and gaining a better feel for their surroundings, the two assigned us the community-focused task of d

The three walked into camp, and each in turn dropped their loot. Faelana laid the bottle on a stump, Osa carefully drew the axe, and dropped it into the dirt before coiling up, and Caliz hauled the tower shield off his back and dropped it beside the axe.

The doors burst open, jarring Jorin from his reverie as they slammed into the stone walls. Flakes of ash scattered across the floor as the man rushed in, feet nearly slipping on the stone like a newborn fawn already on the run from certain death. Jorin rushed to him, holding out a hand to lift the man to his feet, offering him the most important service his house could offer: the ability to find one’s footing.