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Memoirs Interlude - Fates

The streets were quieter than they should have been.

Footsteps echoed softly against the cobbled road as a hooded figure moved through the ruin-laden district, the hem of her cloak brushing a...

Memoirs 335 - Curious counts

“—the city guards are currently focused on securing the Commons and Guild Row before moving on to the outlying districts. We’ve established contact with the other cities and the imperial forc...

Memoirs 334 - The situation

Fynn stepped out from among the trees as Scarlett approached the estate walls, his sharp gaze sweeping over her as if checking for injuries.

Scarlett returned the [Essence of Zenthas] to her ...

Memoirs 333 - Angling around

Scarlett and Fynn moved through the thinning veil of trees. The air was noticeably warmer than the night before, and patches of snow had melted, revealing damp earth beneath. Still, it was no true ...

Memoirs 332 - Scrupulous Samaritans

Guifford watched as Scarlett came to a halt before the sea of monster corpses, her gaze sweeping over the carnage with a slight frown. Then, lifting her head, she looked at him and his knights. A h...

Memoirs 331 - Siege defence

Scarlett stepped out of the interstitial space with Rosa and Fynn, returning to the Loci’s quiet garden. The spirit greeted her with a faint, half-formed mental response. Behind them, the gateway...

Memoirs 330 - Blazing creations

Scarlett watched as Rosa prepared to channel her Heartstone’s power, the bard glancing at her.

“So, how exactly do you want me to handle this?” Rosa asked. Her voice echoed with a stran...

Memoirs 329 - Official prospects

“My apologies for not receiving you at our originally agreed-upon time,” Scarlett said, lifting a delicate porcelain cup of winter mint tea to her lips, the blend expertly prepared by Garside. ...

Memoirs 328 - Gilded chambers

The carriage trundled its way through Freybrook, the cobbled streets gradually giving way to the wider, more spacious roads of the northern district. Scarlett and Evelyne sat in silence, each gazin...

Memoirs 327 - Pasts forgotten

Evelyne watched her sister, studying Scarlett’s expression as countless thoughts spun through her own mind. She felt as if she’d stepped into some strange, surreal world where common sense no l...

Memoirs 326 - Awkward sisters

Scarlett stared at her doppelganger, seated across from her in the carriage. Evelyne, sitting beside the other Scarlett, looked between the two of them, her expression frozen in shock.

“Wha...

Chapter out tomorrow

Short notice that tonight's chapter will be delayed by one day. Got back yesterday but did not make it without contracting a bit of an illness, so I was unable to finish the today's chapter. Sorry ...

Memoirs 325 - Plays

Evelyne was waiting for them when Scarlett and Rosa returned to the carriage. The younger woman glanced at the books in Rosa’s hands, then looked to Scarlett.

“…You didn’t buy anythin...

Memoirs 324 - First stops

The carriage rocked gently as it rolled down the snow-covered cobble streets of Freybrook, passing rows of homes, frost-covered streetlamps, and the occasional shopfront displaying its wares. Insid...

Memoirs 323 - Old chidings

The occasional rustle of paper and the soft clink of metal on porcelain echoed through the otherwise silent dining hall of Freybrook mansion, the faint aroma of ink mingling with the lingering scen...

Memoirs 322 - Mounting alliances

“—And there I was, cornered by a gaggle of disgruntled merchants armed with little more than vehement declarations and what I assure you were the most woeful assortment of misplaced indignation...

Memoirs 321 - Warded warnings

Scarlett stared at Arnaud, unsure she’d heard him correctly.

“You are asking me to…hire you?” she said finally, squaring her shoulders.

“Yes,” he replied simply.

She s...

Memoirs 320 - Helicopter parents

The snow crackled softly as Scarlett’s fire swept across it, steam curling upward in sinuous tendrils where flames met frost. Around her, the estate’s training grounds lay locked in winter’s ...

Chapter gone poof

I may have done what those in the business call a "goof." The chapter which was supposed to be released today is...gone. I, as the fool I am, wrote the draft on my phone (since I've been on the roa...

Memoirs 319 - Divine what?

As evening settled over the estate, Scarlett entered her office alone, the unlit room welcoming her into its quiet embrace. She kindled a candle on the desk with her pyrokinesis, its warm glow cast...

Memoirs 318 - The S is for Soft and Sappy

Allyssa and Shin’s subdued voices murmured from behind Scarlett as their group walked through the mansion’s expansive hallways.

“What is he even doing here?” Allyssa whi...

Memoirs 317 - The endless grind

Scarlett’s final days on the Rising Isle were anything but restful. The week following the events in the Hall of Echoes passed in a whirlwind — there was simply too much to follow up on with he...

Notice - no chapter this weekend

I will be away this weekend, so there will be no chapter this coming Sunday. However, I will make sure to publish an extra chapter (sometime) next week to even things out.

Memoirs 316 - Sleeping belle

Scarlett sat in her quarters, Arlene’s journal resting on her lap, slowly flipping through its pages. A knock at the door pulled her from her quiet reverie. She lifted her gaze, her hand pausing ...

Memoirs 315 - Shiny persuades

Roughly half of the council members stared at Scarlett as though she were either delusional or utterly absurd. A quarter seemed faintly amused, their expressions betraying a mixture of curiosity an...

Memoirs 314 - How many arch wizards does it take to...?

A brief silence settled in the chamber following Scarlett’s words. The assembly of powerful wizards seated before her regarded her with scrutinising gazes, their expressions wavering between conf...

Memoirs 313 - An inquiry

Gaspar adjusted the folds of his black robes as he ascended the alabaster steps leading up to the Aetherium Conclave’s principal spire. His expression remained mostly impassive, though the faint ...

Memoirs 312 - Old journals

Scarlett woke to the weight of accumulated exhaustion from the past couple of days pressing down on her like a thick fog. The chamber was shrouded in darkness, save for a faint glimmer of light sli...

Memoirs 311 - Worn weary wizards

“This is truly, truly fascinating,” Magister Penney murmured. “Can you sense that subtle thaumaturgic response, like so? It’s as though we’re witnessing a cascade of etheric harmonics, ye...

Memoirs 310 - What's left behind

Scarlett sat in silence for a while, staring at the spot where Arlene had vanished, even as the edges of the Memory crept closer, devouring more and more of the porch. Only when the encroaching bor...