allir reach

The one to the left ran his hand though his hair whenever he thought that he had a winning hand. He hadn't touched those almond locks in over three games. People always thought that it was luck, in the beginning. They'd watch him play a couple games, and think that they had him figured out. It...

Councilor Vexion took a moment to enjoy the scene the gods had painted before him as the ship he was on rocked back and forth on the waters of the Allirian Strait. A tapestry of purples, pinks, and oranges were arrayed before him. As a boy, his mother used to tell him that moments of silence...

It was a day just like any other in Alliria. The city bustling with activity slowly went to sleep as darkness fell. That night in the outer city, a local drunk was making his way home from the tavern. He'd just had a fight with some thug and got kicked out, without having got drunk enough. As he...

SOMEWHERE IN THE ALLIR REACH A SMALL HAMLET OF NO POLITICAL IMPORTANCE - WITHIN AN UPTURNED GRAVEYARD Vardan remembered well the smell of singed flesh. Only remembered. His present state bereft him of any sense of of smell. But compared to the greater gift of unlife, it was only a trifling...

The Allir Reach was a vast ocean of flowing green. Rich soils and temperate weather lead to wide expanses of farmland, and one could travel days, even weeks, without seeing a proper town. Nevertheless, small enclaves of wealth dotted the viridian quilt like gemstones, belonging to those who had...

"It appears we've finally found our quarry," stated Dejan as the horizon eventually gave way to the valley below. His words were laced with mild disgust and he continued to look on. Mostly due to the nature of their enemy but also the blatant disregard for security. It had apparently not...

The old knight couldn't help but sigh as he took one look back at the jewel of the continent. His trip to Alliria had proved to be somewhat discouraging. The memory of those who dwelt in the city was growing ever shorter. Too busy attempting to grow their riches to remember the small, but not...

The City of Hertstead Situated somewhere along the Gold Road, the small city of Hertstead grows larger with each passing season, inching outward into the rolling plains one field or homestead at a time. Founded first as a small outpost for travelers, in the decades since, it has grown to...

Hertstead Arladi Manor - Early Evening Luca Arladi, Iseppa Arladi Like the newly tilled Spring fields stretched to the horizon, the missives and requests before Iseppa stretched, too. In the fire orange and blush pink light of the dying sun that tumbled through tall windows that stood open...

Szesh's life had become more complicated in recent years. It had brought him a good deal more inner peace in the end, but it had also forced him to confront an uncomfortable amount of his past and do troublesome introspection. He was glad for a distraction, and to not think about such things for...

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A letter had arrived upon Acteon's desk. A letter with a very important seal. It was from a prominent family in the Reach. The Lowe family. One of the nobles of the Reach. High born people akin to the ancient merchant families, such as his own. And there was something they wanted from him. From...

Her breath misted in the frigid air, and each breath was an agony in and of itself. If not for the splendor of her surrounds, she might well have regretted the decision to travel to this miserable part of the world. At least she was attired for it - now - although it hardly seemed to help. The...

It had been years since the last Time Gerard had stepped into this area of the Allir Reach, where the Allirian Chapter of the Brotherhood of the Bow processed applicants and gave them their first test to see if they had what it took to join their ranks. They only accepted archers that showed...

Belts and buckles slapped and tinked as Garrod shook the strips of tattered leather sack that had been left behind by whatever had come and ripped through his campsite. “I should have tied it up in a tree,” he muttered to himself, and tossed the scrap to the ground. Silver morning mist swirled...

Wherever you arrive they will praise your deeds. When you have left, and when the darkness falls, those deeds will be undone. Six miles from the town of Orrenfal Gannis tugged each finger of his leather glove in turn before pulling it off. He dipped bare fingers into the scratch marks and...

Pale brown eyes narrowed as they peered through the forest at the slow movement of brigands at rest, their hands busied with dice and drink, the hunched, cloaked figures collecting what warmth was cast out from the central firepit of the makeshift camp. They huddled and slowly moved about...

Close to the heart of the Allir Reach rests a field of wild flowers. Flowers in the shape of bells with a range of colors rivaled only by the rainbow. Flowers that make potent medical herbs and potions. And in the middle of this field of flowers is a great monument of a gracious king holding up...

Not all faerie business happened deep in the faewilds, far from the sight of mortal eyes. Every day, all across Arethil, the secret lives of the fae unfolded just beyond the veil of glamour, right underfoot of mortals from Amol-Kalit to the Eretejva Tundra. Very few were aware that the fae had...

Knowledge was precious to nagas. They lived short lives but ones not selfish to one another; nagas always passed down their knowledge. They’d teach one another, the best of nagas passing on the best they know to make the next generation even better, smarter, more skilled. They were efficient...