When the Hexanjager Order was formed and brought the evil magic users low, they were loved by the people, but, just like many a group of vigilantes, they went too far and now their rule is just another form of oppression.
Chartered in Royal Year 618, the Guild of Adventurers Upon Return, was intended as a guideline to deal with and control the increasing number of men and women who were taking up arms and pursuing a career in heroism and adventurism. The guild would police it's own, and function as an odd jobs mercenary corporation, subservient to the crown, and supportive of the clerics.
The high society of the city of Efeterthrop is a lively bunch to say the least. Their dedication to chaos and anarchy is unbeatable, so long as they stay in charge.
With power borne from their unusual markings, men and women of the Five Orders of Ivory Tower are guardians and rulers of the Desert Realms, and guides to the people. But what secrets lay beneath their strange tattoos?
The Nobles of Vartanadel play a yearly game of politics that climaxes at the yearly Naming ceremony that changes everything. It is then that the King names his favorite and they all find out if they are still labeled as a King's favorite or if their lives will be forfiet.
"If we the poor cannot enjoy our lives, you the rich will have yours taken away." Police statement taken from a captured cultist, a member of Inanna's Avenging Hands.
The short lived and chaotic vampires of northern Mexico
The Knights of the Holy Sun are the militant arm of the Jovian Church, dedicated to His Glory, and are well known and admired by many for their bravery in battle.
A group of mages that can alter the strength and properties of spells or enchanted items slightly but cannot cast a spell themselves
A gathering place for basic info on the societies, secret and otherwise used and referenced in the Chronicle of Tsuria
For a long time the Goblin criminals did not have their own organisation to protect them...until now.
The Nomads of Parna; the smallest group but a strong influence on both the economy and cultural nature of the human nation.
"Kobolds have an empire? Since when?"
A powerful empire, macabre and violent. Now gone, a victim of their own folly.
Parna is a human nation in a fantasy realm. This is an outsider’s description of that nation with a focus and the cultural and the ethnic groups within the nation.
The proud tribal peoples of the treacherous jungles and high mountainous regions of the Drannor, tire of their accursed lot in the world.
A theocratic sect that venerates the worship of women as divine
A new source of power and wealth - a new source of conflict and danger.
Many knightly orders play lip service to women, but few take it seriously, and even fewer would allow women to join their order and ride in the ranks with them as equals. Yet the Knights of the Lady, it seems, truly do think of women as equals and have done this.
All living things must strive. Nature knows no harmony, only war for the privilege to exist. Maug of the Bitter Spirit, the Albatross God, promises no intervention nor advice to His worshippers, just a silent approval of those of you strong enough to help themselves…
The Book of Salts, Ch. 7, verse 12
Stormbound, the ship rolls hard over to once side. All that is not strapped down is tossed violently overboard in a splash of freezing water.
There, on the horizon- a tower. Squat, it stands alone on a tiny island. However, it's the only land in sight, and any more of this ferocious storm will crush the boat to splinters.
Taking shelter within the ornate entryway of the squat tor, the party notes with interest that no signs of life break the silence of the stone tower. As they take another step forward, they realise why.
This is the fabled tower of Brenji, a rich merchant who wished none to share his enormous wealth. He constructed this tower to store his gold- trapped and ready for any potential thieves. But the ingenious pitfalls and scything walls are not the only dangers within the silent walls of the building. A guardian, left behind by Brenji, still stalks these very halls.
A rattling hiss echoes somewhere from below...