amol-kalit

A thread really open for all, but likely of biggest interest to the Empire. Feel free to start at the village, or the temple, or anywhere that works! Village Dehno – West of Ragash The moon, Pneria, hung high in the night sky. Constellations abound could be observed with ease – the village...

The midday sun gleamed off amber dyed steel. The scorpion circled around to protect a pair of bees upon their shields and cloaks. Faces covered by the cloth and masks of their helms. The way their armor was layered and with spears held high one might think these soldiers the very beasts...

On the birth Travel to the Heart Turn left at the Fang's tip Ride until dawnbreak To the town of kāˌäs It was a cryptic message that had appeared written on the thin membranes of autumn leaves, embossed into the fragile tendons of snowflakes, whispered by the stars, and seared into dying...

https://i.imgur.com/wCEsQrS.pngAmol-Kalit Somewhere In the Desert The desert was unforgiving, unkind, and utterly brutal for someone who was not prepared for it. The sun alone was enough to kill most, and when one mixed in the lack of water and the vast dunes which seemed to shift and change...

The winter months were as good a time as any for Valkan to get out of his lair. More importantly, it needed to be spruced up a bit, and Ragash's reputation for fine textiles drew his attention. A wiry black draconian weaved through the crowd, towering over the humans, sand elves, and beastmen...

Akka-Yur. Jewel of the deep desert. Oasis city with endless mines. Akka-Yur was a myth. A fable. A place made up to trick the foolish to seek out impossible treasures within the ever shifting sands at the heart of the Amol-kalit desert. The founder an equally mythical figure: Hero King Naram...

She could see them... Those treacherous ladies puffing their chests and averting their gazes. With fans half unfurled and waving-oh-so tactfully. They signalled to each other messages in ways that were unheard of and not understood. This was the language of the courts. The language of...

For some these were exciting and uncertain times. Rumors ran rampant in instances such as these, after all. Some whispered of the Smiter's disappearance, of her retirement, her assassination. Others spoke of her ever burgeoning rise, of her treachery to the throne. Some spoke that in times such...

The bedouin canvas stretched high above the small arena in the ruins of the Forbidden City. While it may have cut back some on the harsh sun of Amol-Kalit, it did nothing to actually cool the air. And arena was a generous term. Just a large square patch with some rugs piled across the...

Jamira peeled the makeshift hijab from her face, the centuries-old curtain stiff and hard to breath through. The sand fell from it in cascades of faux-gold dust. A ruinous dowry for a bride of the deep desert. Like a figure of unearthly promise, she rose from the dune behind which she and her...

The many ancestors of Hesheb quietly flowed through the wetland. The reeds, which surrounded the permanent encampment, in this season, were so tall only the Anaphite could gaze beyond them. And even then, many were cut down for later use. Crafters were ready to make sandals, baskets and housing...

Across the water from Annuakat sat the city of Tyria, renowned for her mercantile ships and rich dyes of purple. Standing atop the palace ziggurat in Annuakat, Gerra gazed out at the nearby rival. His spies brought grave news. The courtiers of Tyria deposed Queen Xaviera in a coup, replacing...

Ragash - Ahvaz Prison "Sssso what are you in for?" The massive hulk of a lizard man behind her leaned in, his voice a rasping hiss as he asked Khari. The odd serpentine eyes of his floated up and down the Daemonette, sticking clearly on the long horns which decorated the crown of her head. She...

So much to be done, yet so little time. Balancing one's efforts between running a country and performing perhaps the greatest magical feat in the history of Arethil was certainly a weary task. In fact, if she had to do it all herself, Medja knew it would be positively overwhelming. Thankfully...

Brotherhood. Camaraderie. Family. That was what had been promised to Rahma in exchange for his service. Well, that and a subsubstantial paycheck. Rahma had said that the only reason he was joining was for the latter, a convenient lie that he had told even himself, but...well, a lie was a lie...

[art cred] Heading west from the great walls of Vel Anir, past the more green and hilly landscape that was lush and ripe from the early spring rains, a caravan seemed to be jostling along leisurely. If one were to look closely however they would see that amid the multitude of wagons pulled by...

Amol-Kalit, the land of ten thousand kings, and the newest of them was Gerra and his illustrious empire. Radrick hadn't traveled that way in at least half a century. The relative, but no doubt temporary "peace" and "stability" that the Empire had brought to the land gave him fewer reasons to pay...

"You are the king of Alcazar, beholden to the god of light. Do not seek the help of these heathens from across the river." "What would you have me do, red priest," said Andal II as he ran fingers through his dark beard and stared from a window of his keep upon the forces assembling below him...

The exact details of what had happened still weren't abundantly clear to Otto. He was rotting away in a dungeon now in Amol-Kalit, caught while trying to steal a crown jewel from the palace. The job description wasn't great, but the offer was too much for a veteran thief like him to pass up. He...

Nothing but a sea of sand extended in every direction in the wastes north of the Forgotten City. The wind caused the sand to drift about, like ocean currents. Cresting the ridge of a dune stood a tall figure in dark robes, surrounded by desert elves with bows drawn and spears ready. Below...