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.'

'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

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.

Originally an honor guard created by the Princess Reisha, they played a pivotal role in maintining Kingdom Humana over the course of the wars and reconstruction.

I will be the blade that shines by the holy suns.
I will be the shield that protects by the darkened shadows.
I will be vigilant in my duties to protect the Gods and their flocks.
I will be faithful to the edicts of my brethren.
Above no other will I be fully given to but the gods and my brethren.
I will be pure and woe to those who are not true.

- Mirrored Hand Ceremonial Edict

From this day forth, let Iacon be free from the tyranny of the gods and their chosen!

Inaugeral speech of Provost Layton Frost

Men of wisdom, gathering lore of ways to heal the sick and suffering, these monks are not really different from other orders of the same religion.

Except for their thing with drug-addicts and similar hopeless existences.

The figures looked more or less human. And they were engaged in religion. You could tell by the knives (it's not murder if you do it for a god).
—(Terry Pratchett, Small Gods)

Seen by some as warriors for the gods, and by others as mere mercenaries drapped in a priests robes.

Born of an age of superstition and ignorance, the Council brought order to life and death.

Deviating from the normal guilds of thieves, merchants and mages, herein are presented the more novel and influential guilds of Falhath.

Death is an art form. Where can a single act that is repeated by every single life at least once in their lifetime and have multiple emotions involved in each one. I relate this in a similar manner as a dramatic play. You look into the audience at the height of the emotional act and you see ranges of emotion from everyone. I experience this every time I watch the eyes of a guasto widen and become cold to look at. You should witness this yourself, to understand your own immortality and how to overcome it. Look into the mirror as your life trickles away and the truth will be revealed.

- Janus Sanguine High Priest of the Jongleurs Sanguine

How is it built? One brick at a time lad. One brick at a time.