I-2031: Meriadoc

It wasn't so much a town where Icarus had wound up, it was more of a gathering of rural homes with a tavern somewhat close to the middle of where each home was settled. It had no name, and the folks who lived here were old. Their children had moved away long ago, and taken with them the hopes for the town to flourish with new blood and newer ideas. Perhaps that was the fate of such rural places, where new minds were hard to find and harder still the eagerness to...

Unbeknownst to either party, three drakiri arrived in the same town at a most auspicious time. They travelled separately and in fact had never so much as laid eyes on one another, but they shared such similar passions that their meeting was practically determined by fate. Two young sprites, one with short turquoise fur and an adventurous sparkle in her eye, and her tropical-colored cousin who prepared for everything yet seemed consistently blindsided, had arrived at a tavern that seeme...

“So, can you explain to me how you find yourself up there?”  Sol stood beneath the tallest tree in the valley, which wasn’t to say much. This was, after all, the only tree in the valley. He’d been on his way to the nearby mountain, where it was rumored that the Fountain of Youth existed. Always the skeptic, Sol had to see it ...

“I don’t like the looks of that.” “You wouldn’t like the look of your own reflection if you saw it, it’s just a puddle, come on.” Two sprites had journeyed for many days to reach their destination. Now that they had arrived, they looked on in confusion at the opening to the cave system they’d heard so much about. They’d expected it to be a gaping opening, yawning like the mouth of some great beast with stone teeth hanging from the ceiling and jutting up from th...

She really had been lucky to find such a bounty, and Meriadoc reminded herself of this fact every step of the way. She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew that she’d been underprepared for her journey across the countryside.  The sprite lifted one end of the branch she had skewered her pig on, turning it so it would cook on the other side. She’d spent hours tending to it, and her mouth watered as she ...