The beginings of a new campaign…
Deviating from the normal guilds of thieves, merchants and mages, herein are presented the more novel and influential guilds of Falhath.
A palimpsest is a manuscript, usually of papyrus or parchment, on which more than one text has been written with the earlier writing incompletely erased and still visible.
No, no. This hasnt been done correctly. Move aside imbecile…
Twas as long as a yard-arm and fast as a cobra. Took crewman Dobbs off of the rail and into the deep, that’s why we dont lean over the rail, lad.
Midshipman Oberhall lecturing new sailors
A muse in a bottle, greatness distilled into a single gulp.
How is it built? One brick at a time lad. One brick at a time.
My Sword is yours, milord…
Why rum all gone?
“Listen to the Wind! Listen to Crackling Fire! Listen to the Groan of the Mountain! Listen to my Voice! Listen and you will See through the Smoke! See the Old Ways of our Forefathers! See the Glory of our Clan! See the Might of our Race!”
—Horn-Of-Plenty, Shaman of the Thorondrim Minotaurs, leading his people in the Khuugrad
I’m beging to wonder if there can be victory? Please don’t let this go on…
Memoirs of the Nameless soldier
While Ozea, Dreifach, and Sangreal are the main cities of Falhath, they are by no means the only ones.
...and a little something extra for yourself
The undisputed head of the Trinity, and the story of Falhath’s oldest folk hero.
Clad in a rainment of silver scale and chain armor, Ixia is the second member of the Trinity
The Axe has long been the symbol of Ozea, and the weapon of choice from the common footsoldier to the one time King.
Resembling more a beetle than a seacraft…
Voz’s bones! It’s been a long time coming come in and welcome to Ozea me guest.
Creator of the Black Book, the primogen tome of necromancy, few names are as feared or reviled as that of Mastere.
Yet another cloak of shadows…
The frozen wastes stretch for miles around. Something waddles through the snow. It's a penguin: An emperor penguin. It waddles slowly, meandering toward the sea. The ranger freezes. "Stay very still," he warns. "Don't move at all." "What is it?" I ask, breathlessly. "It's the most dangerous creature in the whole Yahoo Tundra, and that penguin's about to kick its butt..." (Sorry, Epi! I couldn't resist!)