allirian reach

Wet, muted coughing filled the air, shattering the uneasy stillness of the room. The thin man fought to breathe, clutching at his aching ribs and oddly bloated stomach. Foul green mucus and vomit dripped from the corner of his mouth into the chamber pot beneath his head, followed by thick...

The Tower folk don't care much for the Shallows. Not unless they want something that the city guards won't normally let through. Funny thing is, the folk of the Shallows don't care much for the Tower folk either. The swampy town outside the city of Alliria sits on stilts for the most part...

Alone again, upon the open road, Cassandra wandered along the winding roads of the Allirian Reach, through farm and field alike. Her gaunt figure, clad in simple clothes and her worn red hair tied into the most functional of buns, must have seemed unimposing to most of the travelers she met...

WEST OF ALLIRIA Through the rain and the mist of the early gray morning, the company rode. Twenty men strong, damp cloaks on their backs, their horses trotting through the mud of the road, yet they were of high spirits. Their contract was easy money, easy money. Find a group of deserters from...

Lord Arell stared out at the waters of the great lake that connected the Bystra and Sayve rivers together. Frustration clung from him like a thick veil. His little kingdom in the Reach relied on exporting foodstuff like most of the Reach. Arellian grain was so desired it was as valuable as gold...

Upon burning Grayshore and crossing the Sayve, the warbands of the great green dragon soon passed into the woods upon the far side of the river. The deciduous trees shrouded the sky with their leafy canopies. Dense underbrush made slow going and the orc tribe, not used to organizing long...

Another day, another contract. The mercenary could only sigh as the sun finally found its peak. Cato had been riding since the early morn and it had put him in a rather foul mood. Well, fouler than usual. Word of the job had only come to him the night before and by that point, he was well into...

It was that time yet again in Alliria. The entire city had been preparing for weeks. The Festival of Alliria and Panae had finally arrived. It was a festival dedicated to worshipping Alliria, the Goddess of Fortune and Luck, and Panae, the Goddess of the Harvest, Shepherds, and Alcohol. Traders...

Faurosk had been walking for hours. Where he was going, well, he wasn’t quite sure. Chasing a rumor did have a tendency to take some time, and he was relatively prepared for the journey ahead. His familiar walked at his side, a sizable Allirian wild dog grown well into its adolescence. The...

Rostok. The ghost town. And there underneath the fire burns. A consuming of the blackstone, the furnace fueling itself in the copious deposits of the tunnels. An accident which years ago sparked the lasting flame. The seeping of toxic gas up from those depths. Wisps and great plumes alike...

Drunken table dancing. You run the idea by a sober person, and they're liable to say, What the hell is wrong with you? That's where the beer, ale, mead, wine, or--in this case--rum comes in. Then, you don't care if you look like an idiot. Hell, get a few other idiots to join you and convince...

Draedamyr was woken by the wagon striking another bump. "Road" was perhaps giving the worn track more credit than it deserved. The bump had merely been larger than all the other ones that made up their path. Rolling his head he stretched his neck. Even through the canvas over the wagon he could...