Heart of Winter: DnD Game Lore
The summer kingdom is more mechanized and industrial while the autumn kingdom remains more spiritual and magic-focused. there is no animosity and war is basically unheard of.
Borrowing Freedom
Crisp autumn air, the sun above, clouds scudding by. it will rain later but who fucking _cares_ right now? who cares what you think of me? does it matter if my phone rings?
Surviving Solitude Part 1
It was daybreak outside, where the autumn sky was a flaxen blue, veiled by the orange leaves nestled in the tree branches of the few trees surrounding the house. the world used to be a better place back then.
Coming out of the tent
The owner of this piece is avoozl prompt: "the first autumn leaves were accumulating in the streets, but you caused that in my chest i could still feel the fresh breeze of spring." word count: 1306 he'd made shannon connelly cry, the bastard.
A Passing of Time - chapter 1
Sniffing the air and hearing her tummy rumble she looks for something to eat but with the autumn leaves and braches on the ground mice are getting harder to find.
The Outlander 2 13
If you are passing by early next autumn come and join us, there's always a spare seat at our table.
Setting Sail, Chapter 2
I opened the front door of my house and was greeted by autumn chills. i wrapped my scarf around my neck and started walking onto the light snow that covered my front yard.
On the Run
In his younger years, the kitten had always enjoyed the autumn season. his fondest memories of those lazy, fun-filled days of autumn always returned with the changing of the seasons.
Sheeperfly's Lullaby
When autumn came, the air grew chill, and white wings shivered. soft-as-snow pulled out hanks of her own wool to give the tiny lamb, much as she had given to the lamb's fairy father.
Daylight to Dusk, Dusk into Dawn
Fruit falls in autumn. i marvel at the dreams of seeds. snow falls in winter. i ponder the lament of leaves. rain falls in spring. i smile at the hopes of mud.
The Walls I Built
He swallowed a lungful of the chilly late-autumn air, and released it in a deep, labored sigh. finally alone. finally, he felt like himself again.
The Cursed Book
He complained while he pulled off the wet sock, leaving his wet foot coldnaked in the autumn wind. "damn cold!" cursing, he looked up the sky.