Dark Writer

     The morning drew across the sky. The 3 suns burned down in the morning as the party found themselves standing around and trying to figure out who the party's leader should be. The debate got rather loud into the early hours of the morning. At the entrance of Dawnburgh, a woman entered the gate with a backpack strapped to her back and a hood shrouded over her face. She had a short sword on her hip and a large bow on her back. She steps into the dawn. As her white mask reflected some light she looked around. Rather tired from her early morning walk she headed to a tavern. The loud debate of a random group of people drew her in to listening in to the conversation. She quickly interjected. And the party noticing her odd mask drew her into a quick conversation. They quickly agreed to have a drink with each other after noon. And so they separated. The party went their way, and this woman Rhen Amiitari made her way to do some errands. After a few hours of Rhen messing aro...

The Carriage clattered across the ancient brick that was once laid in this town. This town Is where our story starts. The City of Freyford was built on the banks of a carefully crafted harbor and is truly an ancient curiosity. Its wonder is matched by the backdrop of rich, luscious fields which have helped shape the city to what it is today. The trade resources these fields brought were of great importance, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs as the vast majority of buildings have been built with an abundance of large windows to mimic the openness of fields. The skyline is sprinkled with towering watch towers and they clearly show what they represent to the city itself. Education is superb in Freyford and it has attracted a lot of attention. Countless cultures have left their mark not just on education, but also upon the city's identity. What was historically a city of few cultures has grown into a new culture of variety and it's this that u...