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?'

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

The beast within became the beast without; ferocity and might blossoming in corpore upon the flesh.

Sing a song of sixpence
Pocketful of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie

Mercenary companies are usually little more than bands of low-level thugs. This one is a much more sophisticated organisation, with its own history, regulations and culture.

A powerful, maritime people, brought down by the foulest Necromancy.

"Aww, dang, did you fart again?" asked the Jordy, The Knight.
"No, screw you! I didn't fart in the first place!" replied The Scoundrel, Harris. What they didn't know was that the Smelbinders could hear their every word.

The deployment of the Lord of the Waste's army.

The omens read a difficult birth Daughter. Seek the sisters of Lutgardis and they will ease your pain and bring a new life into this world and with a touch of luck keep one in it.

Sister Gwevenese Rabaste

The Ambassador's bodyguard quaked at the sight of the uniformed skeletons guarding the main gates of the royal palace. "Don't be afraid," the Ambassador said. "They are King's Bones, the monarch's personal bodyguards, and are no threat to us unless we were to do something stupid like trying to attack His Majesty."

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.

Transformed by the Ghulscorch Ague, the Lords of the Ghouls walk among us...

''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.'