https://shyriath.a2hosted.com/avishraa/ 2026-06-27T00:47:07+00:00 https://shyriath.a2hosted.com/avishraa/ https://shyriath.a2hosted.com/avishraa/lib/exe/fetch.php?media=wiki:logo.png text/html 2025-12-09T19:51:11+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://shyriath.a2hosted.com/avishraa/doku.php?id=literature:i_am_orghysh&rev=1765309871&do=diff I Am Orghysh Beneath a cloudy sky, the unruly wind sighed mournfully, in an echo of the traveler’s mood. It whipped across a rolling landscape of grass, tossing it like waves upon a sea, and he trudged painfully through it as it beast chest-high around him. text/html 2024-01-18T19:44:27+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://shyriath.a2hosted.com/avishraa/doku.php?id=literature:impiety&rev=1705607067&do=diff Uvereth chose to wear her armor for the meeting. It was necessary, as she was well aware. The image was important, because it was one that Kodei would recognize: a general, Kodei's general, her former superior in service to the . Uvereth herself had taught the young barbarian, commanded her in battle, recommended her for promotion. She wanted to be sure Kodei wouldn't forget it. But more and more often, she dreaded the weight of the armor; the last four turns had taken a lot out of her. text/html 2025-08-17T00:18:19+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://shyriath.a2hosted.com/avishraa/doku.php?id=literature:start&rev=1755389899&do=diff Literature An index of works, mostly stories, for which Avishraa and its are the setting but which have no in-setting existence. Texts presented as having an existence and authorship within the setting are instead found in the item:text namespace. RP sessions should not be included, instead appearing in the text/html 2024-01-17T19:00:18+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://shyriath.a2hosted.com/avishraa/doku.php?id=literature:the_bow_is_bent_the_arrow_flies&rev=1705518018&do=diff The Bow is Bent, the Arrow Flies Chase The dark-blue male skidded around a corner, glanced up and down the crossroad, and then galloped along it, skidding around the very next corner in a completely different direction; the sounds of pursuit got fainter, but there were still fliers overhead tracking him. He should, he admitted wryly to himself, have changed his disguise much earlier, but he'd gotten cocky, lost his opportunity. And since then, he'd had eyes on him the whole time. Say what you …