Not a bad weapon, but don’t miss. It takes about six minutes to reload…
The manor on the hill? No one wants to live there…
The Repository of the victorious dead…
If I only had a third hand…or a forth and a fifth…
A land of witches and evil magic, a pox on it!
Darak One-Eye, from the Book of the Black Rose
If you think the ones with the axes and beards are bad, wait until you stumble across a nest of feral dwarves…
Go forth to war my son, and be absolved of your transgressions.
St. Acre the Just, Confessor General
Enacted roughly 4 years ago, the Dungeon Preservation act sought to map out and better understand the dungeon ecosystem, and to protect it.
Department of Dungeon Preservation
From a low hillock in a vast plain, the entrance to the Noil Ruins is as unobtrusive as it is a gateway to wonder…
The Arrival of the Regiments has commenced
The story of Alvis
(Transcripted, and adapted from Sealab 2021, episode 21, Feast of Alvis)
In a sparse and hungry land, the kha-nyou have no problem finding food and flourishing.
What’s in a Vote?
Born of an age of superstition and ignorance, the Council brought order to life and death.
Blood, biles black and yellow and phlegm, these are the four vital humours that govern our bodies. Understand them, and health is a simple matter.
St. Gray of Galen, Lectures
My Queen should be pleased that Aurixia cannot grant me an heir, for if my dragon could give me a child I would have no use for the woman or her dubious charms…
Attributed to King Thyr, from the Book of the Black Rose
A wasteland, a vast expanse of ogre infested, nightshade choked swamp…
The Via Mortus is not a faith so much as a collection of superstitions propagated by sorcerers, necromancers and con-men.
Father Pourvoi, Trinitine Priest of Lusankya
A jewel to match my heart.
The Lady Givone
it seems that the tests have failed to produce a reliable tincture against grain poisoning, but the side product proves most interesting…
In the inaccessible plateau of Hor-Nushan, there was always little crime. But in late autumn comes a maddening wind, that can drive the best man crazy, if only for a short time, make him turn on himself or others. For murder, the locals have devised a special punishment: the murderer has to dig a well for the family of his victim. The area is very dry, and having a good well is a source of wealth and prestige. In this way, the murderer atones for his deed and repays the family; perhaps they even find peace.