This strong and powerful woman has been a pawn in the game of thrones, first in her own country, then in The Kingdom. She is the Queen Consort of the Great King. While she will not be queen of any realm, she will cast a long shadow over the happenings in the Kingdom Humana and The Lands.
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.
One of the finest kings The Lands have ever known; this elder king is much beloved and respected. It is ironic that his greatness plants the seeds of great strife.
The power of the runes comes with a price, one the apprentice Tamford wasn’t ready to pay
In a shadowed alley near Bassage Market, the secretive master of the city's "resurrection men" studies mysteries of life and death.
Devoted to the Goddess of War, Prince Yakaw is second to none in the crafting and use of swords mundane and magical.
Satrya returns to her homeland, to the elves dismay.
‘That’s a nice tunic you’ve got there, I think I’ll take it…’
Marv, the Brigand
Vagrants, vagabonds, gaberlunzies, gypsies, thieves, beggars and more, presenting a list of 30 of the downtrodden and desperate.
‘Remember Lais and do your job well, perhaps one day you’ll be a Princess in a foreign land.’
The Promise of many a brothel keeper.
Dare you approach the great and mighty Modock! KNEEL!
This is fascinating. Scary, really scary, but fascinating.
From this day forth, let this Kingdom be free from the tyranny of the gods and their chosen!
King Mapother IV quoting Provost Layton Frost
Stalwart men and true, they can be found wherever true heroes gather. What they’re doing there is a mystery to all…
Topaz you say, looks like a good quality citrine to me. I’ll give you 8 pieces of silver for it.
Galvinus driving a bargain.
A half-breed son of the Volgotoi, Vorodon seeks to find his place in a world that rejects his kind.
Trouble follows some people wherever they go. I follow that trouble and make sure those people don’t make anymore trouble. It ain’t easy, but someone’s got to do it.
The price was high - and it may be higher. But is all worth it for the magic…
This naÃƒÂ¯ve young man was fostered among the warlike Knights of the Most Holy Order of Saint Senren. Cloistered most of his life, he knows little of the world.
This is a codex to hold together all relevant submissions and articles for the Roleplay on the forums known as “Back in the Day” - GM’d by Murometz.
The accepted mode of getting otherwise unobtainable information is to go visit the cranky old hermit living in the mountains. It's just the sensible thing to do. So, naturally, everyone takes their monthly excursion to the hermit's hovel to consult him on everything, from lock-jaw to lovesickness, necromancers to nasal viruses.
Now, if everyone's always visiting the poor old hermit, there's going to be an enormous queue... "Wellcome to the Hermitt's Hovele, Please Take Ye a Number and Have Ye a Seate" reads the sign outside the packed dwelling.
Imagine the poor hermit, having retreated into the mountains to escape this precise situation...