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…
Pumpkintown, The Strawberry Festival, Fall Days - small town festivals are as varied as the small towns that host them, and just as colorful.
only peasants and commoners call them wizard’s robes, those of the art know their true name.
A pioneer, visionary, alchemist and industrialist, archibald Ganse was a man well ahead of his time.
How empty are their bellies that already so much man and horse flesh cannot fill them?
Excerpt from the Lex Predatoris
A noblewoman of mixed pedigree, patron of the arts and infamous for playing ‘the older woman’.
Before the formation of the Achelandage and its associated merchant and craft guilds there was only the Civic Guild.
An average city of the Midlands
Listen now and hear my words, for they are the words of truth and they are the legacy of our people.
Toltep, the eldest of the Cuada
Many claim him to have been of their own, be they mages or clerics, thieves or warriors. Such was the legacy of Atal, the Wise Councilor.
The city of Nausopol is built on stilts. Lots of very sturdy stilts and butresses, of course, because it rises about five hundred feet from the ocean. Even the most terrific of storms is only heard in the city as a distant cacophony of blasts as waves strike the solid stonework fathoms below. It has never been attacked because of its isolation and impregnability.
It's not a place for the faint-hearted: vertigo and sea-sickness are not desirable traits. But when you are standing in the middle of the city there is no way you could tell that you were standing above an ocean, separated only by a gulf of air and a few stones.
A thousand steps lead down from Nausopol to the floating docks. These docks are pitch-coated wooden and can be raised by winches during squalls. Trade with other cities and countries is good: Nausopol is built over a sunken atoll whose minerals are still mined by divers, and it was from this that it originally derived its wealth.
But the principal method of getting to and from the city is by riding the giant sea-eagles which have been captured and bred for that very reason.