The Village of Alstroemeria

vix the barren merchant takes their place in the story. a merchant who gets anything you need but his ways arent garunteed to be honest but his deals are always to be trusted

Blurbs RKBS The "Scientist". takes their place in the story. Blurbs's earlier life was, by most accounts, a peaceful one. They grew up largely alone and to their own devices, without serious friendships or close ties, though no record suggests they mourned the absence. Relationships, by their own telling, held little interest. There was a career to tend to, and that was enough. What good is a life, they are said to have asked, if nothing good is remembered of it? They wanted to stand among the great scholars and inventors they had long held up as examples, the ones whose names still circulated in the halls where such things were discussed, and they wanted to be remembered the way those names were remembered. Whether that want was ambition or longing, or some quiet mixture of the two, no one who knew them in those early years has said.

The realm's book speaks of Alstroemeria: 1 of its moments was woven into the day's account, "Names Upon the Water".

Alstroemeria, which stood as empty ground only days ago, has climbed again: from Hamlet to Village, its growth fed in part by the generosity of the Draco Fallax, whose donation to a settlement not yet even a Land helped lay the foundation for what it is becoming.

Alstroemeria has grown into §x§1§E§6§6§F§5Village standing in the eyes of the realm.

The realm's book speaks of Alstroemeria: 1 of its moments was woven into the day's account, "The Season of Rising Banners".

Pickles The Monarch takes their place in the story. Pickles is an avian, originally from a flourishing land atop grand trees. She used to live a simple life, or so the fleeting thoughts tell her. She does not remember it. Her memory is foggy at best, and what passes through it now are fragments more than facts: impressions of height, of canopy, of something she should be recognizing. None of it holds long enough to name.

DVA The Wraith takes their place in the story. The Player that fears SpokeIsHere

Alstroemeria, barely a day old and still setting its first stones, has climbed from Homestead to Hamlet: a settlement that arrived as a seedling and is already putting down the bones of something larger.

The realm's book speaks of Alstroemeria: 1 of its moments was woven into the day's account, "Many Roots Take Hold".

Alstroemeria, newborn these few hours under _P1CKL3S_ and its small company, has grown from Outpost to Homestead: the first mark of a settlement taking root.

Alstroemeria has grown into §x§4§0§A§0§2§BHomestead standing in the eyes of the realm.