Tirgatha is a hidden realm, nestled beyond the reach of ordinary maps—a place where myths breathe and shadows dance. It is a living archive of tales, weaving together the stories of my characters and those of the unforgettable souls my characters have encountered on their journeys.
The chain links occassionally hit her legs as she moved about the water. She did not seem to mind though - she was used to having the metal on her body. It was as familiar to her as any other attached limb. She dipped lower…
She lounged against a large smooth boulder with her naked body half covered by the flowing water. Her legs floated lazily in the currents of the stream she was half submerged in while her body, from the waist upwards, lay back against the rock. The…
She held the wilting petals in the palm of her hand, staring blindly into the velvety white. Something had triggered a memory of him. Was it a smell? A sound? The way the wind blew? Anything and everything triggered those memories these days, ever since…
This exchange happened 8 years ago compared to our present day. Iskrin stepped into the firelit cave and cast his eyes about. Only Ven-Vyzran was present, lounging on the couch nearest his bed, as was his habit. His eyes were closed, but Iskrin knew the…