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220 greenfa-duotone fa-hurricane 100/100 https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/085/837/4k/Village_windmill_paint_001.jpg?1443928741 Kyra stared up at the windmill, trying to figure out what was so special about it. The area seemed fairly common for Pormont; the golden flowing...

220 redfa-sharp fa-solid fa-droplet 100/100 She glanced down at herself, noting the dents in the armour and the overall appearance of her original piece. A sigh escaped her lips as she realised that she would need to at least get it fixed, if not entirely replaced. She'd grown accustomed to...

Kyra Vashtana fa-duotone fa-scythe 220 "Thanks again, I have no idea how I keep doing this! But at least it's not as bad as that poor city down in Western Brisshal..." Kyra continued packing away the medical equipment she'd had out, the woman - her patient - sitting on the cot with a bandage...

Kyra Vashtana fa-duotone fa-scythe 220 Kyra had been putting it aside. Unsurprising with everything that had been going on, the necessity to stay alive and keep everyone else alive had pushed the concerns to the side, becoming less important in the moment. Now, though, now that it was all...

Kyra Vashtana fa-duotone fa-scythe 220 Kyra had left the breakfast table a few hours ago, wandering the camp with the focus of completing a few vital tasks, and ensuring that she was as ready for the events of the coming days as she could be. She knew that being beyond the camp walls would be...

Kyra Vashtana fa-duotone fa-scythe 220 Kyra rubbed her temple, for what felt like the eighteenth time in the last few hours. She'd been listening to the three individuals - each from a different family that had somehow pegged her as a mediator in what appeared to be some sort of dispute...

Kyra Vashtana fa-duotone fa-scythe 220 Kyra's hand remained stationary over the dialogue box that hovered above the letter she'd written. It was one thing about this world, the ways in which things correlated oddly - like how you could write a letter on a piece of parchment, only to have it...

Kyra Kyra was still amazed that she'd managed to find a room for rent at a low cost, that would allow her to do her work in private. The homeowner - a relatively older Lander, from what she could tell, had only requested that she keep the noise to a minimum as much as was possible, and of...

Kyra Kyra waited on the side of the fence, her feet dangling beneath her as she waited patiently. Her recent messaging with Zelrius and Toko had suggested that they'd all meet on the outskirts of the trading town. Ghylios, the sign had said. Kyra had given it a quick glance before making her...

Kyra Kyra stepped back as she looked over the poster that she's managed to - after some difficult - stick up against the wall of the small shop that had provided her permission. The poster itself was simple, a small call for help on a research project that she had taken upon herself after...

Kyra She'd originally arrived at the camp with the intent of helping those around the area with rebuilding. Which is not to say that she hadn't managed to do some of that - but with the constant pull towards the fields beyond, the need to deal with numerous creatures and things outside of the...

Kyra Honeyhome, a place that she had visited a few times now. Once again she'd found herself directed to the small village on behalf of the Merency Emergency Encampment - this time with the request to find a collection of plants and herbs that were often used in numerous mixtures to create...

Kyra So, this was the famed Astorea, the place where all the Starcalled were supposed to head to once they'd found their way free of Falderen, and the beginning of their story. Or so she'd been told, by someone. Once. She still had no idea if that was the reality of this game, or if it was just...

Kyra She'd spent the morning in the encampment, helping to alleviate the stress on the ever growing line of refugees needing help. Like always, it seemed like an endless stream. It hadn't helped that some sort of conflict had erupted in the encampment itself, leaving more injured to be taken...

Kyra She'd been at it all day. Or at least, it'd felt like all day. There were still so many. Droves of individuals streaming into the encampment, demanding help with their wounds. Refugees, mostly, from the looks of them. Where they all came from, Kyra had never bothered to ask. Never had time...

Kyra It had been a while since she'd been back to Honeyhome. Not that she had been avoiding the location in any way, simply that she had spent far more of her time at the emergency encampment in Lyrwick, helping those in need. She'd forgotten how small and homely the little settlement was; how...

She cursed again, her frustration clearly written on her face, and the fox tailed that lashed about behind her. She could've sworn that she'd collected everything that they had required in order to treat the newcomers, and yet she had in her hand a list of herbs that were still missing. Somehow...

She'd made it. Yet another centre of civilisation on her map. It was a wonder that she'd gotten here without incident, but now that she had - well, there was the same regret as with Stokbon. As she pulled her ears downwards, trying to cover them from the oppressive sounds of the city she'd...

She'd finally made it. The forests had seemed never ending, but as she stepped into the city of Stokbon, Kyra couldn't help but look around in marvel. She'd heard tale of the city, of how realistic, how overwhelming it could be. She'd considered that just people who'd never experienced virtual...

The woodlands had surrounded them all since their arrival, but as Kyra glanced ahead, she felt like she could finally see a break in the trees, a sign that they were finally making a break into something beyond the woods. Or so she hoped, at least. Her map had proven almost as useless as it had...