Last Call of the Wild

City

Streetlamps, crowded pavements and more windows than anyone could count. The city never quite sleeps, and every neighbourhood has its own idea of what that means.

Country

Rolling fields, hedgerows and lanes too narrow for two carts to pass. Out here the days are slower, the nights are darker and everybody knows everybody's business.

Forest

Mile upon mile of old trees, deep shadow and paths that don't always go where they used to. Locals keep to the trails, and those who don't tend to come back with stories.

Out of Character

Outside the story, where new characters wait to step onto the page.

1 character here