"Build a road, wide and surrounded by beautiful architecture, to lead from Guilders’ Court to the new palace," the Regent commanded Master Thraso.
Last of the Lineage of Senach, young King Nemeroud gave his heart to an Aelfen enchantress and vanished from the lands of men, plunging the land into chaos. If only the tale had ended there
Few men in the Free Cities have as much power as this ambitious man, and fewer abuse their power so badly.
Within the Lands of the Free Cities, the Courts of Justice are a varied lot: Truth and Tragedy mix wildly within their halls.
Senach, the mighty leader who forged a kingdom from a land of quarrelling clans: The inarguable truth, as told by the druid who crowned him.
A weapon from before the time of men, enchanted in times of legend by the greatest of the land’s druids.
Once a place where the great merchants of the city met, this decrepit square has become a thriving marketplace for the poor and the unwanted. Many a shady deal has been made among its stalls and hidden recesses.
The PCs find a small green glass bottle, something can be seen writhing within the smoked glass. If the PCs open the bottle a repulsing form of life will pour forth and grow in size. A genderless beings of soft pliable purple flesh towers before the PCs, it has no detail, no distinguishing characteristics except for a narrow slit for a mouth that holds rows of inwardly curving teeth.