https://carve.thorngale.net/ 2026-05-08T13:53:41+00:00 https://carve.thorngale.net/ https://carve.thorngale.net/_media/wiki/dokuwiki.svg text/html 2023-03-25T18:16:16+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://carve.thorngale.net/campaign/carve/2023-03-18?rev=1679768176&do=diff pinkgothic: It was 24:05 local time - just shy of midnight - when the door on Leila's tiny apartment chimed. Like everyone else on Mars, Leila had an apartment about the size of a tin can, with neither a kitchen nor a bathroom of its own. And as with everyone else on Mars, Leila's bed doubled as a couch. There was more than enough room to stretch, but if she wanted to exercise, she'd have to do it in the communal gym. text/html 2023-08-29T20:06:34+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://carve.thorngale.net/campaign/carve/2023-03-25?rev=1693339594&do=diff pinkgothic: When she next saw Mateo Kasun, he was moving between rows of snake plants. He looked at least a little rested, radiating a regular tiredness, rather than the kind that came with delerium and mental dishevelment. They were all accustomed to the thin light of the sun here, but any people coming in more recently usually remarked that a Martian day felt like twelve odd hours of twilight. Some of the plants needed artificial light to help them thrive, the energy for the powerful lamps g… text/html 2024-06-18T20:53:28+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://carve.thorngale.net/campaign/carve/2023-06-11?rev=1718744008&do=diff pinkgothic: Two days later, the topic of Adhafera came up during lunch. Mateo made credibly assurances that the spell that had bound them together was wearing off; he expected he could take the cat back that evening. Any lingering effects ought to be so mild as that it would no longer disrupt his sleep. text/html 2023-10-31T22:16:08+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://carve.thorngale.net/campaign/carve/2023-09-12?rev=1698790568&do=diff pinkgothic: He was waiting for her after work the next day, his body language a muted mixture of anxiety and apology. One of Leila's colleagues passed him, taking note of the posture, glancing over his shoulder to Leila, and with mild amusement scrunching his brows toward her as though to ask 'seriously, this guy?'. The subtext wasn't fully apparent - was the implication that he thought they'd gone on a failed date? Or was it just a silent acknowledgement that text/html 2023-12-05T21:54:09+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://carve.thorngale.net/campaign/carve/2023-11-14?rev=1701813249&do=diff pinkgothic: And so Leila became Mateo's protégé. They would meet every Saturday (Veneris, technically, but the colloquialisms stuck) and spend the afternoon and evening together, going through materials, interspersing Mateo's 'lectures' with socialising as mood dictated. That was the plan; but as this was their first meeting, the focus was fully on the material. text/html 2024-05-07T20:34:42+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://carve.thorngale.net/campaign/carve/2023-12-05?rev=1715114082&do=diff pinkgothic: They had no particular schedule. Leila came to visit Mateo when she felt like it and had healed up enough from her previous spell-casting to try again and he imposed no particular cadence on her. Sometimes it was Mateo who visited Leila, sharing some papers he thought might help her better understand the craft. She was still a way's away from being able to visualise a rune from the descriptions in the papers, but she could by now work them out piece by piece, cross-referencing her n… text/html 2024-06-11T19:32:58+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://carve.thorngale.net/campaign/carve/2024-04-30?rev=1718134378&do=diff pinkgothic: Two days later, just as Leila was wrapping up from work, Nyarai stood in the greenhouse, arms crossed, her expression a mixture of annoyance and appreciation, the nuances of which were necessarily lost to Leila, who hardly knew her. “You're not very subtle, you know, text/html 2024-09-03T21:51:46+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://carve.thorngale.net/campaign/carve/2024-06-11?rev=1725400306&do=diff pinkgothic: For someone who had grown up back on Earth, it was always a strange feeling to be outside on Martian terrain, wearing a clunky space suit inside a cramped rover, the sky of pale ash suddenly so much more lifeless now that it was more obviously hermetically sealed away from one's lungs.