I know I had promised to update the story of Rosie Brooks again yesterday (I really need to name this story), but I can't seem to find the motivation to do it ( Read more... )

Two days late... yes I know. This weekend was very very busy. Next weekend will be too. And the weekend after that. So updates to the story of Rosie will be late by at least a day, if not two, for the next two weeks ( Read more... )

Rosie straightened up and dried her eyes. It was as if merely the thought of taking care of this issue had banished her sorrow. "So where shall we go ( Read more... )

Posted a bit early, to make sure it gets done, since I didn't get a chance to do it last week:
Reine sat back from her friend, her slender white hand resting daintily on the swell of her crimson gown in a pose that denoted shock. "You have to… I'm sorry, are you proposing to go and find the lamp yourself? My dear, that's ( Read more... )

Reine read aloud a bit. "Quee sta ella ampara quil poda mostrar ella luqua di tredinta di Ariánbar. Quee nunga sa encontrisia..." She shook her head, then began translating. "Here is the lamp that can light the way to the Trident of Arianbar. May it never be found, for if Angra Mainyu should acquire this weapon, then all the worlds will fall under ( Read more... )

The sorceress looked up from the path towards the cottage on the rise and saw Rosie standing at the gate, her eyes red and her lip trembling. "What ever is the matter?" she asked in her deep resonating tone ( Read more... )

The next morning, Rosie was awoken by the sound of crashing. She left her room and found her grandfather tossing items around his bedchamber ( Read more... )

When Rosie returned to the kitchen, Reine looked up from her books and asked, "Hard night ( Read more... )

Reine sat quietly and busied herself with reading from one of the books that she had brought with her. Rosie, in the meantime, helped her grandfather get settled in for the night. He had had a hard night playing Pushing Aces with his friends, and it took Rosie a longer time than usual to get him calmed down. His memory had been failing for some ( Read more... )

Reine told Rosie about her journey to the land of the River Folk, south of Eddleton near the Stagling Forest. Rosie knew that the River Folk lived in five tribes, one for each of the major rivers in Nadoto. This tribe called themselves the Ick'clish, and Reine had gone to perform their annual birthling ceremony. She was very fond of the Ick'clish, ( Read more... )