allirian strait

Alliria was a mess following the eclipse. Somehow people survived. People from the Shallows that is. The upper city and its wealthy inhabitants always found a way to avoid danger. Gold was just too valuable for those without it to afford to say no. But this turned into a strange boon for Rook...

Art from Game Titled: Dauntless Aboard the Cloud Tracer Time of day, some hours past noon Location: Somewhere in the Allirian Strait All the ship rose and fell to the motion of the ocean's waters. The great sail fins of the Tracer half splayed, only its proud dorsal fin raise in full to try...

The street was bustling. Bells and drums competed with the yelling of adults and children alike. The scent of fresh cheese mixed with clean wool and charchoal. A soft yet chilly breeze cooling the otherwise heat of bodies. Colors of all kinds waving about from flags to clothes to wagon tops...

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...

The storm’s winds died down to a sharp, cool breeze, and the sun rose brilliantly behind the lingering gray clouds in the eastern sky. Pyx breathed deeply and leaned over the bow as the sailors weighed anchor, readying to leave the shelter of the cove and resume their course eastward towards the...