Atlas’s shop, Mjimeri, Central Isle There were three of them in the room that smelled like sunrises and spice, standing on the floorboards that had once been proud, strong trees but now knew happiness like they hadn’t seen before. Rhia and Atlas were like her. She knew, she could see. But not Apata, she was … Continue reading Chapter Nineteen: The Color of Breaking
"In the Shifting Highlands (once known to outsiders as the Razorgale Isles), it is not uncommon to see Abrugaeli Clansman make roughly hewn paintings out of pigments suspended in honey and diluted in water. The result of the material used is more akin to a picture made of tea stains than actual "paint." However, what … Continue reading A Honey-Paint Artist’s Rendition of a Coillcuradh
Eliza walked confidently past the man from the Southeastern Isles, tossing a floral blue dress to Rhia and setting a plate of steaming creamed crab pie on a stool. She stopped next to Atlas setting her hand on his upper arm, curling her fingers to apply pressure. The group never did get to eat that … Continue reading Recipe: Creamed Crab Pie
With Part I finished, we'll be taking a short hiatus to collect our thoughts and make Part II even better. Are you excited? We are. But don't worry! While we're writing away, we'll still be bringing you awesome Bakkajian content. For now, enjoy this playlist to accompany Part I!
Eastmere, Mjimeri, Central Isle Atlas desperately wanted to sleep. It wasn’t just that he was tired—though he hadn’t slept in, he counted them, thirty-three hours, and that at Aryn’s—it was that he was so gods damned tired of people wanting things from him that if another bedraggled kid claiming anything about him even so much … Continue reading Chapter Eighteen: A Really Good Excuse