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The older bloke, Cato, seemed to be the kind of mercenary who understood that this business wasn't all about killing. There was another side to it that most seemed to ignore, the softer side that shared a commonality with pretty much any other line of work. At the end of the day, mercenary work...

Wat, Captain of the Allirian Mercenaries (so named to give an air of established competence), was a difficult man to read and make no mistake about it. I didn't really know what I felt about him, even if I took the time to sit down and really figure it out. He'd been good to me and the boys so...

Awesome, I've changed this to an Open Chronicle so feel free to jump in! I'll PM those I haven't PMed yet a few loose plot points

Legends. I'll PM both of you some ideas and we can go from there

Hey gang, I've had a world-building idea that I'm keen to explore out in the Taagi Baara Steppes and could use a hand if anyone is free. The genesis of this story is the kidnapping of Irini, the daughter of a Baron from the Allirian side of the River Sayve, by an unidentified group of...

Taketan Teahouse, nestled between the fringe of the Taagi Baara Steppes and the River Sayve ... I've never been one for long conversations, self-reflection or thinking things through. Instead, I've always been what they call a "doer", at least that was the phrased used in my motherland. Don't...

G'day all, It's been a while. Haven't RPed for five years and haven't RPed consistently for close to ten years but now I have the itch. I started off with Star Wars-flavoured RP in 2010-11 where I got around a couple of different communities. A friend got involved in Chronicles back in 2018 and...

The dislodged stone was alluring. Adam stared at it for gods knew how long, mesmerised, his head cocked to the right and his mouth open. Huh. The stacks and shelves of well-forged dwarven armour were forgotten for the time being. They were child-sized after all, and would only provide re-sale...

Chaos still reigned within the walls. Adam of Healdwicc stuck to the shadows, picking his way through the dance of death. He had a knack for blending in ... he wasn't too short or too tall, his armour neither gleamed nor rusted. He was just a man, as it were. Picking his route carefully, he...

Adam of Healdwicc awoke in agony, still grasping for the fell being who had viciously disemboweled him. That desire was fleeting, however. The pain of the blood magic, the feeling of his intestines rapidly regrowing and his skin bringing itself together was yet another overload of his senses...

As Adam drew closer, he distinguished differences between the two figures. One was a taller man, a hunter by the looks of him. The other, a small girl with white hair and an air of helplessness about her. Adam's eyes flitted about, searching for signs of their status. He found nothing of value...

It was over as quickly as it began. In a split second, young Adam was hoisted into the air and eviscerated by the huge, angry being in front of him. All he could manage in the exchange was one lame punch; with no energy behind it and nothing anchoring him to the ground, his blow bounced off of...

Adam was surprised to say the least. He'd hit the fire mage with considerable force, but he just wouldn't go down. Instead, the young man found himself perched on the other man's back. His knife, which he'd meant to use after he'd knocked the mage senseless, was buried in the mage's upper back...

It was a hell of a shot. Adam waited, wanting the satisfaction of a rider falling from the winged horse and plummeting into the orc hordes below. But it was two seconds after the arrow had appeared to strike home, and - What. A spout of flame erupted from the rider, shooting towards Adam at a...

The orcs kept coming, the ground shaking under their march. Adam the Bastard kept shooting, the arrows in his quiver fast running out. His mouth was dry with anticipation as they gradually drew closer, and closer, and closer. Hill giants climbed the walls with their bare hands, and now countless...