<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Fog Heron Studios]]></title><description><![CDATA[Fog Heron Studios]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 12 May 2026 23:28:21 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.fogheronstudios.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[COINCIDENCE &#38; KISMET:  CHAPTER 1  ]]></title><description><![CDATA[THE CONTRACT “Armesan, if we die here, I just want you to know that I regret ever saving you from that godsdamned dungeon.”   The night elf spared a raised eyebrow for the gnome at her side.  “First of all, you didn’t actually save me, you opened a cell which I had already picked the lock on, and second, what on Azeroth makes you think we’re going to die? It’s literally two trolls and a cart.”   The gnome peered out over the bluff down at the road below them, and answered without looking up, ...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/kismet-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e62d898e63193b95d2f3be</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2026 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[COINCIDENCE &#38; KISMET: CHAPTER 2]]></title><description><![CDATA[THE COMPLICATION It turned out Dotolo needn’t have worried about his or anyone else's throat being slit in the night, as come the first light of dawn he woke to the gentle rumblings of what was unmistakably a big cat looming over him, clearly paying him no mind, but saber fangs hanging awfully close to his head.  He half reached for his sword on reflex when the cool voice of the night elf stopped him.   “Don’t.  You’ll only get yourself maimed.”    He spotted her standing on the other side of...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/kismet-2</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e62da4925f820b99e174bd</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2026 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[COINCIDENCE &#38; KISMET: CHAPTER 3]]></title><description><![CDATA[THE TREK One whole year.    One year of trying to figure out ways to pay off the debt without interacting directly with the Alliance, to figure out if it was worth just relocating somewhere else, and most of all, one year of having a very angry, very pregnant troll woman penned into the village.   Dotolo had told Sai’in’s brothers the whole story on their way back up to Revantusk in the days following Armesan and Teegan’s departure.  Of course, Duma was furious that Dotolo hadn’t gutted the...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/kismet-3</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e62dd78e63193b95d2f469</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2026 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[COINCIDENCE &#38; KISMET: CHAPTER 4 ]]></title><description><![CDATA[THE CALM BEFORE "Admit it."   "No."   At the same time she lobbed a shadowbolt over her shoulder at the latest iteration of idiot wildlife that tried their hand at eating them, Teegan leaned over from her perch atop her felhorse, grinning at Armesan in that highly irritating way that meant they may end up requiring bail money.   "You had fuuuuuuun," the gnome jabbed her friend in the shoulder, secure in the knowledge she was likely one of the only people allowed to do this to the night elf...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/kismet-4</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e62df60544c5fd86750323</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2026 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[COINCIDENCE &#38; KISMET: CHAPTER 5 ]]></title><description><![CDATA[THE FESTIVAL: PART ONE Time, it turns out, goes both very slow and very fast when you have a child.   Any given day, Sai'in and Dotolo often found themselves collapsing in a heap on their mat, bone tired from whatever the day's misadventures had served them. It was not uncommon for them to barely make it to sunset, and sometimes the days never seemed to get to that point fast enough.   But then he blinked and Dotolo realized that the days were significantly shorter and the weather was turning...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/kismet-5</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e62e110544c5fd86750357</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2026 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[COINCIDENCE &#38; KISMET: CHAPTER 6  ]]></title><description><![CDATA[THE FESTIVAL: PART TWO "Ho. Ly. Shit."   Enoki glanced up at the warlock sitting across from him. "What?"   "She's. Laughing." Teegan said in that stuttered pattern of disbelief. Curiosity peaked, Enoki turned around so he could see what had the normally unflappable woman so stupefied. He expected to see perhaps a throng of murlocs dressed in pirate attire tap dancing on a keg or something of that nature, not the night elf and Xan simply sitting at a table across the courtyard, talking...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/kismet-6</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e62e2d8e63193b95d2f50f</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2026 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[COINCIDENCE &#38; KISMET: CHAPTER 7]]></title><description><![CDATA[THE PLUNGE Today had been an awful day.    One of the worst since this wretched war really started gaining steam.  A stark reminder after a year of strangely enjoyable warfare against the Lich King.   Had it really been a year already?   Xan supposed it had. It felt like it was barely a month ago he and Enoki had been shipped off to the frozen hellhole known as Northrend and thrown headfirst into the fray. There were a few weeks there at the beginning where Xan had serious doubts either of...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/kismet-7</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e62e4a925f820b99e1761a</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2026 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[COINCIDENCE &#38; KISMET: CHAPTER 8  ]]></title><description><![CDATA[THE PROPOSAL     "So…let me see if I understand this correctly. You invited Xan, a troll you swore up and down was just a client, to go play rogue hooky out there in the field, and have been doing so for the last…what year?"   Armesan raised a confused eyebrow at the gnome. "The fuck is 'rogue hooky'?"   "It's where you sneak around behind your best friend's back with her boyfriend’s brother and don't tell her! I owe you a solid month of mockery for all the shit you gave me about Enoki,"...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/kismet-8</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e62e610c8d230c9e9533a5</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[COINCIDENCE &#38; KISMET: CHAPTER 9 ]]></title><description><![CDATA[THE PRICE   Enoki supposed Dalaran was probably considered beautiful by most people, and certainly amidst the frozen hellscapes of Northrend's glaciers and the warfronts within them, it was a beacon of civilization. Where most places were cold or cramped or miserable in some other fashion, either from wandering flocks of undead, volatile wildlife, or just the brutal hospitality of the North, Dalaran was clean and warm and alive in ways that reminded everyone of the lives they left back on the...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/kismet-9</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e62e7f0c8d230c9e9533e0</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2026 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[VOICES: CHAPTER 1]]></title><description><![CDATA[“So here you are.” Joshua Rosfield grinned, hearing his brother's gravelly voice behind him.  A glance out of the corner of his eye saw Clive and Jill approaching from the Hideaway’s main area.   “I was beginning to think you’d sleep forever,” Jill said in jest, joining Joshua at the railing. She seemed in much better spirits than she had before his incarceration in the infirmary. Clive too, sans the injuries Joshua ALWAYS seemed to find on him whenever their paths had crossed previously,...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/voices-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e4fd0f8e63193b95d08607</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2025 16:04:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/017080_8840fdea8de744d093d5b1f07ffc9228~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[VOICES: CHAPTER 2]]></title><description><![CDATA[As it seemed to go, the world did not allow much time to ponder the puzzle that was Ifrit’s lack of voice.  Joshua, while cleared to explore the area around the infirmary, had not yet been given leave to travel further than the front lift, and so remained in Tarja’s clutches until she deemed him fit.  Dion remained as he had since their arrival; unconscious, but alive.  And with the Cursebreakers spread thin, it fell to Clive and Jill to pick up the pieces no one else could.  When one...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/voices-2</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e4fd5d8e63193b95d0868e</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2025 16:05:57 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[VOICES: CHAPTER 3]]></title><description><![CDATA[For a brief moment, a mere week or two, they thought there was a chance that they would catch a break. Tabor and the Undying.  Repaying the Hideaway’s debts, granted debts that apparently were not perceived as such.  Eloise, managing to find a group of masterless Bearers that they could ferry to safety once they’d managed to sign the right papers.  Eastpool, risen. Then a few setbacks, troubling, but hopefully manageable. Black Shields in Lostwing.  Lu’bor.  The Duke of Oriflamme.   But then...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/voices-3</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e4fd8b877a347fd048c604</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2025 16:06:37 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[VOICES: CHAPTER 4]]></title><description><![CDATA[Normally, Jill despised the waiting.  Waiting was what naive children wishing on stars did while their loved ones burned. Waiting was what the weak did while forced to commit terrible crimes to appease human beasts.  But for once, this time the waiting offered a brief respite. The first real opportunity to collect herself since their return from the Shadow Coast. Since she took that leap of faith that changed everything. Including where she thought she belonged. Chaos had exploded as soon as...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/voices-4</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e4fdac0c8d230c9e92c504</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2025 16:07:11 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[VOICES: CHAPTER 5]]></title><description><![CDATA[It had been an eventful start to this little infiltration, though for once, not in a way that involved copious amounts of violence. Only mild violence and a whole lot of yelling. Of all the blows Clive hadn’t seen coming, it was Joshua’s fist to his face that blindsided him the most.  The anger and accusation when he asked whether or not Clive had taken Jill’s Eikon. The disappointment when Clive confirmed it. As they trudged through the eerie expanse of Ash’s cliffs and forests, following...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/voices-5</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e4fddaa96d49e56ec2eb3e</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2025 16:07:58 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[VOICES: CHAPTER 6]]></title><description><![CDATA[It was beautiful, the view from Reverie. Not because Barnabas could look down at the expanse of Ash and its people, but because it put everything into stark, crystal clear, focus. There was no question where humanity stood when you looked down from a god's vantage point and saw the way they crawled over the land like ants to their anthills. Simple, wretched creatures, following simple wretched instinct. It wiped away the wraiths of doubt that threatened to come between him and his god's work,...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/voices-6</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e4fe1d5e3a88e8e09d4df6</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2025 16:09:03 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[VOICES: CHAPTER 7]]></title><description><![CDATA[Fuck he was tired. They had made it, after the long haul from Eistla, to Stonehyrr. Through the throngs of Ash's beasts, through the hordes of her akashic armies, through the literal fucking behemoth guarding the Spine's gate. Thanks to Gav's timely suggestions and Mid's reckless driving, reinforcements had arrived before Joshua and Clive could be overrun by the battalions that had come up behind them. Clive even laughed, that giddy kind of laugh that only comes from exhaustion fueled mania,...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/voices-7</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e4fe448b434ed4ac3146ec</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2025 16:09:42 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[VOICES: CHAPTER 8]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Deadlands. Why hadn't he thought of that? Why hadn't anyone thought of that? Well, apparently someone had. Leave it to Ramuh's Dominant to come up with the best hiding place in all of Valisthea, and it was right there under their noses the entire time. It had been an interesting week or so since Dion had taken up residency here, unofficially claiming that little promenade at the front of the Hideaway for himself. Interesting less in that anything had happened since that Greagor forsaken...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/voices-8</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e4fe618e63193b95d088a2</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2025 16:10:11 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[VOICES: CHAPTER 9]]></title><description><![CDATA[This entire endeavor had reeked of something foul since the moment that discolored Dusk Crystal had been laid out on Charon's counter. And the irony was, despite all the horror and the weight of Valisthea's future literally hanging over their heads, they had been feeling better about the state of things than they had in a long, long time. They had returned from Ash knowing that any move they were to make on this 'Origin' would require information, so they began with sending out small squads...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/voices-9</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e4fe818e63193b95d088e5</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2025 16:10:44 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[VOICES: CHAPTER 10]]></title><description><![CDATA[After the last few days, Shiva was surprised Ifrit's Dominant chose the cliff overlooking the shore to seek solitude on. Though perhaps 'solitude' was a misnomer. He certainly hadn't been subtle about letting her Dominant know where he was going, and even if he had tried, Fenrir seemed to like following him around even when he wasn't particularly wanted. One just had to follow the trail of tracks and fur. But no, her Dominant had picked up on the signals, and seemed of a similar mind, and so...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/voices-10</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e4fea60c8d230c9e92c70b</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2025 16:11:24 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[VOICES: CHAPTER 11]]></title><description><![CDATA[Everything hurt. Bahamut had existed since the first spark of light pierced the dark of Odin's veil. He had seen worlds flourish and civilizations burn, nurtured life and torn it down in a flash. But this was the first time he'd ever, truly, hurt . Great Greagor this is far more painful than Ifrit made it sound, Bahamut hissed to himself. His Dominant didn't respond. The poor boy had lost consciousness during the fall, before Bahamut had seized control. It had been a moment of panic, when...]]></description><link>https://www.fogheronstudios.com/post/voices-11</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e4fecf877a347fd048c89f</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2025 17:12:01 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Armesan</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>