Category: Endless Caravan

Apple and Orchard

Clouds gathered in the green hills north of Haven. The strong grass and rumors of wet air reminded them why that dry, mucky place had seemed so hateful. They traveled in silence, because perhaps words seemed so heavy. The first night, they camped in the open , near a little water. The 2nd night, they…


The Sun Sets on Haven

The ziggurat opened, milky glowing mist flowing out under the door slowly grinding open. Inside was a dessicated servant of Creation, its left arm severed half way down, wrapped in ancient jade armor. Without discussion or pause, battle began. With the puissance of Onyx and Chain allayed against him, it is no wonder it called its…


Haven – High Noon

Perhaps all of us are swans going into the oven, and coming out turtles. – Brasspenny Returning from a conversation with Mouthsong at her home south of town, the groups snaps out of a sun fugue at the edge of the bridge over the Sludgewater. There was a tall, strong boy in an enormous and…


Haven – Sunrise

Events are interpreted through the storyteller’s glassy and sarcastic gaze, and the spirit more than individual events are striven to be represented The grassy plains around Haven are hot and flat. The grass rolls away from the town, unimpressed even with the inappropriately beautiful bridges spanning the river that someone in the group nicknamed ‘the…