Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in praelio. Contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium. Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur. Tuque princeps militiae caelestis, Satanam aliosque spiritus malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo divina virtute in infernum detrude. Amen.
Saint Michael, Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray. And do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God, thrust into Hell Satan and all other evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.
Prayer for the dead
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis. Requiescant in pace. Amen.
Eternal rest grant onto them, O Lord, and perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. Amen. Go to Comment
The Harpy's Kettle
Aerex wandered into Ganse a few months after his unjust ejection from the Royal Constabulary. He was hoping to find some police work, but would take even bounties as his cash dwindled. As one such bounty was catching his interest, two xaren burst from the floor of the bar. While the rest of the patron scrambled to their weapons, Aerex dove behind the bar hoping to find some weak point. He managed to discover a secret crawl space beneath the bar, but it yielded only a vial of phosophorous and a large mallet. Aerex rushed down the crawlspace corridor only to find himself out on the street. He spied a young thief who had stolen Moruz's circlet, but the town guards thought Aerex was the criminal. He convinced them otherwise, but only after the thief escaped. Matare soon met up with other adventurers from the bar and they decided to pursue the bandits who attacked Talia's caravan. Aerex used his Imperial criminal codex to identify the gang as Jervoe's Tribe. Go to Comment