Also known as the school of the unseen and the Enclave of Enchantment. Little more is known to outsiders than that.
For the Emperor! For Anna Purna! For the Tigers!
Motto of the 1st Anna Purna Legion, the White Tigers.
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To be sure, the Dirdums are fair teeming with goblins.
Captain Wandern, ship’s log.
A Celestial Lense is a metallic clearing that focuses the energy of the etherial to the material realm in remote places. These points of concentrated Good and Order create dangers untold in the regions around them.
The great cone of steam, fire and ice.
The valley of the elves between Night and the Waterfalls
A den of mercenaries, murderers, bounty hunters and thieves…
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
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.
An average city of the Midlands
Behold, the Mountain of the Snow Bunnies!
Thus begins, a war, between kingdom and kingdom, between brother and brother, between generation and generation…
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone
Behold, the luminous isle of the Sapphire Eyed maidens
Should we fail to deliver a good promised within seven days, whence it arrives it shall be delivered free of all charges.
Baldric and Frog’s Semaine Promise
Most cities have long and storied histories, tales of nobles and intrigue, places in cultural, social, or military history. Gaberlunz in one of those places that by various circumstances has avoided any pretense of greatness.
The City of Shadows itself…
Maybe you should go find Outsiders, your kind isn’t welcome around here…
In these halls men come to worship their one true god…
The old clock tower stands tall, but the bulk of the uppermost storey is crumbling and unsafe, with gaping cracks in the walls. The metal struts and girders supporting the great bronze bells are still intact, though, and the bells survive. The grotesque gargoyles and arabesques which decorated the original design have either fallen into the street (once or twice a year more bricks fall from the tower, prompting calls for its demolition) or have been defaced, but the main doors to the clock tower are still intact and show signs of being kept in working order. This is the home of The Captains, clad in raggedy clothes, with sooty faces, and perpetually runny noses. But behind each set of eyes is the look of a survivor. They live to stick together and make it through each day. Older than their years in many ways, the friendship they share with each other and Wims ghost keeps the core of a childs innocence and hope alive in each. But they are still very suspicious of outsiders. They are a group of street children who live in the clock tower. Some are orphans, some runaways, and some nomads who occasionally return to their homes. But they’re all poor, dirty and perpetually hungry, as well as being wily, unscrupulous and mischievous in a fairly brutal way. Enough of them have suffered at the hands of adults for all of them to be wary of any grown-ups, particularly ones who ask too many questions, although with hard work and a lot of food it might be possible to win the confidence or even the trust of a few of them.