Welcome to Swords of Speirling. We are an original fantasy site, set in a fictional world divided into seven kingdoms. We are set in the Medieval-ish/Renaissance period of this world. We have 20+ playable races available, we have no word count, and we are rated mature. Our application process is simple and to-the-point and we are LGBTQ+ friendly, straight-/cisgendered-ally friendly, and ALL racial identities-friendly. We do believe in some order, but we don't take ourselves all that seriously. Jerks need not apply. It is currently SPRING.
We are currently searching for royal family members and military characters, particularly knights.
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Coding Help: RCR & RPG'D
Mini Profile Code: Gotham's Reckoning of RPG
Skin: Brittanique of RPG'D
banners and site concept: Peregrine
The ancestral home of the secondary bloodline of Alexanders, this private estate rests within view of the Fliodh Forest, a glowing beacon of light against the dark expanse of the woodland. The manor house is made of sturdy stones and is often mistaken for a castle, surrounded with perfectly maintained gardens, stables with sprawling pastures, and even a private lake - all fenced in with strong high stone walls.
The latest inter-kingdom gathering, the hunt for the White Stag. Dress warmly and happy hunting!
Subforums: » The Trees of A Million Faces,
» The Riverside Trail of Facal Slàn,
» The Stone Circle,
» The Glade,
» The Fort of Eigyr,
» The Nifty Whip,
» The Cabins
||May 28 2018, 04:58 PM
In: The Climax of the Hunt :: e...
By: Tiernan Driscoll
||Vale of the Wisps
A section of the Fliodh forest that was entrenched in magic, belonging to the wisps. Once, in this forest, the trees would sing, the talking animals would gather, and the plant-life was vibrant and lush. It was always spring here, everything always bursting to life, and light, moonlight, and sunlight always lit up a path to this once sanctuary. Small balls of light used to be seen floating around here for thousands of years, they were called Wisps and they were known to help and protect those lost in the forest. In the heart of the Vale is a large glass coffin that is covered in moss, and vines, impossible to see into anymore, there is said to have been the resting place of the Queen of the Wisps. But something happened. The once section of the forest that was brimming and humid with magic has become dried, dead, and cold. The Wisp Queen is gone. Now everything is covered in white ash, and all the Wisps are gone as well. The trees have stopped singing and withered as did all the other plant-life. Now there is just cold, dead, twilight reaching through the canopy into this land of eternal death. Horrors from the forest are now starting to come into loot this once peaceful sanctuary.
||Feb 10 2018, 09:34 PM
In: Who Chopped Down the Cherry...
By: Godric Caelia
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