Without Mercy
Head Judge Durus looked down over the city of Ravenwood. His city. Snow fell hard upon the buildings under The Tower of Judgement. A voice piped up behind…
On the continent of Baroma, there is a small city in the north called Ravenwood. The winters are long and harsh, the forests dark. Horrible monsters make savage attacks in the night. The people are hard but generally loyal to each other. They are not much for outsiders. Who knows when one is hiding a monster? Your challenge is to create a character or story using this framework. Feel free to use details that other stories have provided but don’t kill off or change another’s character without permission. You have three months to develop this as far as you'd like with or without cooperation. Have fun folks!
Head Judge Durus looked down over the city of Ravenwood. His city. Snow fell hard upon the buildings under The Tower of Judgement. A voice piped up behind…
“Ravenwood is my home. It was my father’s home and his fathers before him. And by the gods my children will inherit my lands. We were here before this evil…
If the legends were true then this had to be the place. The Midnight Forest without question loomed before him. The setting sun had only added to it’s already…
A Memorandum Regarding the Subject of Barona: The poisoning of the Ecosystem at the end of the last Great War continues to claim lives through the claw and…
Each time the door opened, Carol pretended to be asleep, his arm curled around his tankard. Being in one of the lower cross spokes, the view of Hub towered…
Here in Ravenwood, we are surrounded by monsters. There are the typical ones you don’t see, either because you choose not to or because you are too high status…
Just another normal night in Ravenwood, thought the Night Watchman, whistling while he walked down the cobblestone road. Fog rolled through the empty…
Ravenwood is shaped like a wheel. Not for beauty, but necessity. There are no roads in Ravenwood, only hard-packed paths with permafrost gutters. At the center…
The town butcher initially gave me some strange looks when I asked for two freshly slaughtered cattle. No cuts, nothing... Just the raw meat. “I’m hoping...” I…
Crimson liquid flowed in rivulets down the matted fur of the elephantine creature. My sword, impaled in the felled Cerobhar, mocked my still body. “Next time…
Crimson liquid flowed in rivulets down the matted fur of the elephantine creature. My sword, impaled in the felled Cerobhar, mocked my still body. “Next time…