A woman with beads and feathers in her hair skitters up to the main southern gate of New Briton, her movements sharp and graceless. She almost waves off the two guards on duty, before tapping…
A frantic Half-Orc runs through the streets. As they run, they give a steady stream of curses. ???: Damn, damn, damn, damn, hell, son of a hierarch, hell! The Half-Orc carelessly shoulder checks passersbys. Passerby:…
The leaves are falling from the Mistwood trees
An Elven man walks into Ost Numen from the south, his clothes in tatters, face scratched and bruised, his stomach bulging. Citizens nearby offer to help him, at which point some overhear: Elven Man: “I…
Feminine voice: “Do not fear, for all is will be well soon, you need not fear the dwindling forest anymore. Come with me, I shall take you to her.” Masculine voice: “Stop! Do not go…
Eforie: A word of your time. Rombaro: What is it? Eforie: Well, I wished to divine what dangers would await our caravan, and you know, I have always perferred bibliomancy… Rombaro: What had your sacred…
Dozens have gathered in a House of the Sun in Nymidia, the unease in the air is thick – running cold along the skin and dense enough to be cut with a knife. Uncertain whispers…
About a dozen trees glisten magically as they sway in Mistwood’s Moonlight. The night is calm and peaceful, but an unnatural stillness soon fills the air as the tree’s glow begins to fade… One tree…