The house feels empty in the dark, cold, shadows. Lyden shivers, glancing back at Stian. Something's wrong. Not that he's in top top shape either. Lisa's starting a fire in the large fireplace while Joe drags out as a large crate.
The faint, matching echo of his footsteps stop. He turns. Stian's leaning against the wall, hand pressed against her side, eyes squeezed shut. He steps closer and pulls her hand away. Its covered in dark blood. Stian jerks away,...

     "Cooper to the Captain." No response. He wasn't expecting one, in fact he would have been more concerned if he had received one. He leans back in the chair. "We won. Of course, now the alliance is run by a bunch of incompetent idiots. I know, I know, you're rolling over laughing, telling me I told you so. And you did. They just need time to figure it out. I hope that's all it takes.
     ...

      Stian wakes to darkness. Her eyes quickly adjust as she scans the room, looking for what woke her. Not seeing any imeadite danger, she sits up, the sheets pooling in her lap, and gripping a dagger. She doesn't remeber grabbing it and it doesn't help calm her thumping heart. She lets out a breath, memories from her dreams already fading. A nightmare. Thats all that woke her. A nightmare. She lets out a shaky breath and starts...

      "They were heroes, once. We all were. We all were." Mist wefts around them, like smoke from a battle field. "The mist is full of ghosts tonight." The boy takes a step back, worry crossing his face. Ghost closes her eyes, letting a grin pull at her lips. Underneath the earthy scent of rain and mud is a musty stillness, the scent of rot and death that only she can see. The mist prods against her, tracing scars that...

     "Maybe if you realize the world doesn't belong to you, your crew wouldn't have died," he snarls. The whole room stills and complete silence falls. All eyes are on the man, who has his hands on the table as he leans over the younger, violet haired woman. Her eyes are wide and lips pursed in an odd expression of what could be suprise. Her yellow eyes narrow and the rest of her face goes blank as she...

Sometimes my imagination gets the best of me. No, there's nothing in the dark hallway to the bathroom. That chair didn't just walk across the room then magicly reappear where it was. I swear I left my phone here a moment ago, a mouse must have taken it. 
      But sometimes my imagination is there when I need it most. When i sit, anxiously waiting for the doctor to start the surgery, a character I love tells me It'll...

Amber Rose- 19(dark brown leather satchel)


~black fur
~journal in her handwriting
~jars of herbs
~pressed flowers
~bandages
~(fish bone)needles and thread
~mint, lots of mint
~jar of water
~strawberries
~dagger
~money pouch

Josh- 19(on him or in saddlebags)
~short sword
~staff
~a ruby bracelet
~old, leather-bound book in almost readable handwriting
~pouch of see-through gems in a verity of colors
~map that may or may not be up to date
~calligraphy pen set


Avry- 19(on him or in saddlebags) ...

I sit quietly at my desk and gaze around my home. It seems smaller then when I left. I smile as my gaze lands on my favoret pair of black, heeled boots. Right where I left them. Maybe I'll wear them tonight for the festival.
I lean back, the wooded chair creaking as I do so, and twirl my braid around my finger. Some of the flowers woven in come loose.
"You're lost," Suki says from where she's perched on...

I know what my heart is like
Soft and easy to brake
like ice over a pound
as winter fades and spring comes
a single step is all it takes
all it takes,
to drown.