Beware the Ice Giants of the north, they are a foul tempered bunch.
What secrets does this box of magic cigars hold?
The valley of the elves between Night and the Waterfalls
Age is a terrible weight
A den of mercenaries, murderers, bounty hunters and thieves…
In this place Brother, all flesh must be eaten.
First Precept of Consumption
An alliance between bitterest foes in a desperate bid for their survival, thus was the beginning of the Shrew-Wars
Manufacted during the heyday of the Old World, these rods contain the elemental power of flame.
I tell you, I get this itch on my lip when I think about Sgriob and the waters of the casks…
Captain Wandren, Ship’s logs
A man of extremes
Here, have a sup, just two piece of silver.
The blade of the adamant blossom…
Sound the call of alarm and light the fires in the trenches, the time for war is upon you!
Queens of the forest, the Loru Valsharris are respected by elf, dryad, and ent alike.
The grim and often belligerent denizens of the Grand Duchy of Nyir
A social group of women who meet for purposes of ‘knitting’ and sharing gossip.
Life in the Two Kingdoms is polarized between the now seemingly endless conflict between the noble elves of Elvindorm and the ruthless Sidious Prax and her allies. While this is the dominant conflict, by no means is it the only one. East of these two powers, beyond the paling of the Jokulsmorder, the land is desolate and savage, with survival being a greater concern that ideals and politics. This is the hardscrabble soil that the township of Draachenhaur grew from.
The first power cores
Once a god, now something less…
A time of flags and feasts…
A friendly human hunter has a talk with you about what you are doing here, and how is the weather. He advises you to not disturb the animals, tend to any fire you set, etc. This is actually a werewolf checking his territory, and if you are not to his liking, he may ambush you with his pack later.