Recent content by Bibby Stout

Bully Harbor had a way of swallowing beasts whole into its nonsense. One moment Bibby had merely been watching. The next, a bat had been shoved into her paws. "You!" Imperial Salute barked, pointing at her with the sort of urgency usually reserved for naval invasions. "Welcome t’ th’ Grand...

Bully Harbor had a way of unfolding in layers. What began as a simple walk had turned, as it so often did, into a slow meander through its tangled streets, past leaning brickwork and narrow alleys, past the hum of trade and the brine-laced air that never quite left the lungs. Every turn offered...

They had not made it halfway across the square before the world once again obliged Bibby with something new to marvel at. The collapse came with a sharp, papery crack as a tower of books gave way and spilled across the stone in a scattered fan of covers and loose pages. A few slid dangerously...

Bibby had only just begun to settle into the gentle rhythm of conversation when the name was offered, and with it, a quiet spark of recognition. Ryalor. It did not show upon her face beyond a flicker of interest, but the name settled easily into place among all she had read since making...

The doors of the Niceties museum did not so much open as part, and Bibby stepped through them as though crossing some quiet threshold between worlds. For a moment, she simply stood there. Light spilled from hanging lanterns in careful pools across polished floors and glass cases, catching on...

Among the meadows of the Mahsterious Sathern Continent, where a narrow tributary winds its way toward the Largestream, stands the lively settlement of the Stout Clan. Within the compound, wooden huts cluster together within its timber walls, smoke curling from chimneys while the sound of...