Remnants of Hope
A Zoroark shifted open dusty curtains, letting the orange of the setting sun into the room. He glanced over the grungy bed and filthy beat-up desk - nothing like the nice Guild furniture he'd used to enjoy. It wasn't glamorous, but at least he and his...
Varðaheimr - The Gilded City
Volt couldn’t figure out where to look. If he looked up, he saw buildings rising above him, higher than he’d ever known they could go. If he looked down, he found stone-paved roads that felt weirdly smooth on his paws. If he looked ahead, he found more...