For barrel that explode when you shoot them, there’s only one name you can count on, that’s ACME.
Exiled from their home this elite military force is adrift in a foriegn land. All these people have ever known is war so they put themselves for sale as mere mercenaries at the same price as any other sword slingers. But these men have brought a new type of type of warfare to the northern lands and the fields of battle will run red with their enemy’s blood.
“Don’t be a Yak.” A common Ocadian saying.
Transformed by the Ghulscorch Ague, the Lords of the Ghouls walk among us...
"Let their bodies be consumed, so that their souls may be healed" (Consumption 1-1)
If you wake up in a field of green grass, looking at a woman of flesh and steel. Be glad, you are dead. If you wake up covered in blood and shit, be gladder still. For you are alive and your time is not yet come!
‘‘Is not the emir himself a slave of the Allmighty? Everyone should be a slave. Unchecked freedom is a terrible curse and burden that will destroy us if we are not subject to the will of our natural superiors that have it in themselves to elevate all that is noble and proud in their slaves, while stifling that which is head-strong and foolish. Unfortunate is the free man who has no master to rule over him’‘.
”...but bad news sells much better than good news. And no one can deliver the bad news as we can, senator.”
Considered to be misshapen freaks or demonic menaces by the superstitious, these many-armed people dwell as outcasts on the fringes of human society, abused and reviled.
"When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,"
-Shakespeares 29th Sonnet.
Masters of the sea, men of courage and honor, these you will find here and none other.
Before the lands were colonised by the Modern Races, other intelligent beings called them home. One of these races was the Alun - a people much like and much unlike mankind
In this place Brother, all flesh must be eaten.
First Precept of Consumption
The Order of the Yellow Rose was her princess order of bodyguards and companions. It was more like a roving party of dreamers and idealists. They became the spies, military arm, and rabblerousers, of The Yellows and the Duke.
The Sundar family name was one spoken with honor and reverence. None were ever spoke ill of, and should a question arise of their honor and integrity it was quickly set right by those who knew them. Now they are a fallen noble family of disgraced knights who are fearless, emotionless, and uncaring for anything other than own survival and vengence.
A social group of women who meet for purposes of ‘knitting’ and sharing gossip.
A History of The League of Fox
A series of letters concerning Thurgul, his followers, and the High Priest Yannuzar.
The House of Sand is but a rumor to most, but there are those that listen to the streets of the great cities telling of an organization of master assassins that has it’s fingers in almost every criminal organization.
Charity out of spite, resistance in submission. Loosing everything can produce strange associations indeed.
Just off the road a man lies dead, pierced through the heart from behind by an expertly thrown and ornate dagger which remains in the body. A long strip of cloth torn from the man's shirt has been tied around his neck; on the tag end an unknown hand has written a cryptic inscription: "For Djaygo."
When you get to the next town, everyone is talking about a mercenary woman found slain in exactly the same fashion in her room at the inn where she was staying.