Wheel of Time MUD

Bumping this as I'm wondering if I'm the only one still having this persistent issue.

Catisune balked at the man with the hole in his face and bells in his hair. A jagged scar disfigured him—puckering inward, all unfinished edges—as if the artist had grown impatient and abandoned his clay. Well, he no need be pretty , she thought to herself. She read the letter from Adeleas again. Th...

Bumping this as I don't think the issue has been resolved--at least, I'm still forcibly logged out when traveling between pages on one thread, traveling between different forum communities, and when attempting to initiate a reply or post a reply.

Catisune hauled an embroidery hoop from the tawny bag of sewing trinkets resting at her feet. Worked with thread-of-gold and far more ostentatious than the rest of her possessions, the bag represented a sort of freedom with which Catisune must now reckon. Freedom, she supposed, with a price—for the ...

***"Accepted Harina and the Way, Way Back" is a short piece of writing inspired by the following RP with Fleur and Auriona. Thanks to both!"*** Fleur murmurs, "Aes Sedai, is it true that..." Fleur coughs delicately. Auriona turns her attention to Fleur. Fleur says 'I heard a story that there was an ...

Catisune rubbed the sleep from her eyes, bleary as a fishmonger at dusk from another night spent reading later than she should. She'd begun to envy the Brown Sisters and their erratic, nocturnal schedules. She supposed, though, as she marked her place in the book which had tempted her most recent ca...

Zone: White Tower Ground Floor The Ninth Depository This is the smallest of the twelve depositories of the Great Library of Tar Valon, dedicated to arithmatic. The room is long and oval in shape, with a flattened dome for a ceiling. Rows of wooden shelves are on the floor and the circumference of th...