Requiem Shard

The sun was beginning to crest over the horizon when Nola finally stopped to rest somewhere in the north. She’d found an old camp with a ring of rocks for a fire pit and a few logs laid out as benches. She propped Lucien’s wrapped body against the log in a sitting position, though he’d quickly slump...

Nola had been waiting, patiently even, for the last few days for someone to let her through that fucking door. The Apothecaries were no help, and all suggestions to see the Overseer led her to an empty office. She just needed to get through that door and see him to prove that he wasn’t dead. Lucien ...

Days dragged on into weeks and Nola was finally given a conditional release from the room’s confindes. Though she wasn’t to leave the Wharf Rat, she wasn’t even allowed past its second story. So, she walked, listlessly through the halls, up the stairs and back down again in a loop. Sometimes she’d s...

The house just next door to the Meddler's Risk offered many things. It had a vine whose leaves were great for picking one's teeth, a tub of rain water to refill your water skins and a pristine mailbox to deposit one's refuse into. Yes, Nola liked the house next door to the Risk very much. She'd ofte...

The strike of a match. A plume of smoke. The euphoria of a silent mind. A privilege that could be purchased for ten silver if you knew which doors to knock on. “Nola”, the word was but an echo in her ear, a sound that bounced off of the vast caverns of her psyche. No, she didn’t want to come back, n...

They say that funerals are for the living to celebrate the life of the deceased. But what about the funerals for those that never lived? Never took a breath? Who are those funerals for? “Closure”, Franklin had told Nola when she asked him that question. Closure for the end of a chapter in her life t...

A flash. A blip. A still frame. What was a memory? How much of what we recall can be trusted and how much of it was just that of dreams? Nola had a fragment of a memory, one built from the mythology of her entrance into this world. The kind of memory we all adopt from hearing the story of our birth ...

Nola Witlock https://i.imgur.com/HgWqyQp.jpg Full name: Magnolia Witlock Found Date: 18th of Goldleaf Birthplace: Greatport Birth Sign: The Fool Age: 24 Height: 5’8” Weight: Average Eyes: Gray Hair: Black Skin: Fair complexion, more tan in the summer Handedness: Right Posture: Decent posture though...