amol kalit

Hello, once again. This time I thought I might try something a little different for an RP. While my last one was focused far more on combat and epic fantasy, this one will be much lower stakes and is more of a journey of personal growth for one of my toons, Max. In this one, he has taken a...

Desert winds howled a desolate dirge beyond sun-bleached fields of ochre and bone. Whipping sand clawing tattered cloak, fabric echoing a dunal symphony, Alastor peered through yellowed eye, of yellower thirst. Solaceless, the days bled together; their furnace breathing upon his underworld skin...

West of Vel Anir and south of the Baal Asha River, a tomb carved into a mountain stands as a monument to a kingdom long lost to time, with a nameless king interred there with only the most valuable treasures of his time buried with him. The legend of the tomb spread among the locals, passing...

Alamores Castle, south of empire territory In the dark of night, the flaming bundles of tar-soaked rags provided the most light. Hurled down by the defenders of the Outer wall, they only served to light up moving targets. Thrukk crawled through the mass of bodies that threatened to plug to...

Ragash was unlike anything the young woman had ever seen. Not a tree in sight, not like the Falwood. And so very bright, the hot sun bouncing off the sand colored walls and great tiled domes beyond until even shadow seemed brighter still, breaking up the solid earthen tones with a near white...

Many weeks had passed since the Massacre in Vel Anir, and many nights still after the Dreadlords has named it thus. In those nights, the city had suddenly become quiet and wicked minds allowed to rest without fear of this "Black Knight" that terrorized them for exactly one year. Given the...

Masika was tipsy. Not drunk! Not yet! On a scale of one to twenty, she was at a fun eleven. The buzz was nice, having her feel warm even though the dessert nights tended to be cold, and causing her to smile at everyone, whether they looked her way or not. Of course, Masika smiled at everyone...

Ishmael The laughter of men echoed through the tents, shaking the poles and causing the elaborate fabrics to wave. Her Master was not one to shy away from his proclaimed wealth; each tent had a variety of divisions for entertaining and comfort, the floors speckled with cushions of all sizes...

Amol-Kalit. Home. A place he rarely frequented these days. Be it that The Empire took most of his work from him, or that his title of ‘folk hero’ was even more divisive here, it wasn’t a place he felt all that welcome anymore. This was fine. He did not need or crave acceptance. It would be...

The Amol-Kalit desert was as expansive as it was cruel. As beutiful as it was chaotic. One could easily find themselves lost in those endless sands. Sands that created a sea of the unknown that could be unearhed at any moment as the winds shifted the sands. One tall dune in particular looked...

Masika was tipsy. Not drunk! Not yet! On a scale of one to twenty, she was at a decent eleven. The buzz was nice, having her feel warm even though the dessert nights tended to be cold, and causing her to smile at everyone, whether they looked her way or not. Of course, Masika smiled at everyone...

The former Lord of House Tal'deneshaar rode in silence along the road. He had departed the desert dwellers, the animals, that only dreamed of watching the world burn. He had tried to prevent it, but he failed. His armor of old had long since been hidden and the only item he bore that couldn't...

[art cred] Somewhere between Amol-Kalit and the Aberresai Savannah, things had gone horribly wrong. The journey to Maraan to collect intel was all good and fine, there had been no issues expect for the fact that Everleigh wished that the sun wasn’t so overbearing. While inside the major...

The sway of the camel's gait was a familiar, comforting rhythm to the woman astride the desert beast. Most of her body was hidden, wrapped in the garb of the sand elves to protect her from the harsh Amol-Kalit sun. Small, youthful hands grasped the animal's reins, and dark ringlets escaped the...

THE FORBIDDEN CITY A mage by birth and a scholar by trade, Erita Kiran knew why her expedition was being financed. It was a legend of a coffin of great value, and a tomb of treasures. It was not because of the scholarly pursuit she so loved that it was being conducted, the great many logistics...

"Please, stop." A woman ducked in on herself at the end of the street, hugging her freshly bought goods to her chest. Three of the guardsmen laughed, their voices traveling through the crowded street and to Astrid's annoyed ear as she sipped her mug of beer. It had been days since she'd last...

As usual, the sun bore down cruelly upon the sands of Amol-Kalit, and even more so upon those wandering them. Though, it was getting closer to evening, as only half the sun could be seen upon the horizon as it seemed to sink into the earth itself. Though, overall, Nasir had to note that it was...

The bite of the wind was almost cold as the last rays of the setting sun dipped below the horizon. A cloudless starry night shone overhead, the bright light of the moon bathing the world in long dark shadows of deep blues and blacks. At the pristinely arrayed camp of the small Beddoon tribe of...

Deep within the eastern reaches of the Amol-Kalit desert: It was a simple enough existence, and despite it’s innate and immeasurable hardships compared to so many lives scattered across the known and settled world, Zara was genuinely happy with her lot in life. Looking out across the dunes of...