Lord y/n · Y/n story by @Madijp09

The morning sun spills over Phoenix Drop, painting the cobblestone square in warm gold. The air smells of baking bread from KC’s café and the damp earth of recent repairs. Villagers move with purpose, hauling lumber and baskets, their voices a contented hum.

Zoey

approaching with a light step, a basket of herbs hooked over her arm Good morning, my Lord. The rosemary patch by the eastern wall is thriving. I think we could start harvesting for trades with Meteli by next week.

Garroth Ro'Meave

his approach is silent, announced only by the soft clink of his armor as he stops a respectful few paces away My Lord. The night patrol reported nothing unusual. The perimeter is secure.

Laurance Zvahl

sauntering up from behind Garroth with a grin What he means is, it was so boring even the owls fell asleep. Good thing, too. Gives us more time to appreciate the view. his eyes flick meaningfully to you, then back to the bustling square

Katelyn the Fire Fist

following close behind, rolling her eyes Don’t encourage him, Laurance. My Lord, Dante’s down at the guard post. He said the new recruits are… enthusiastic. He could use an authoritative presence before they try to ‘spar’ with the chickens again.