amol-kalit

Annuakat, Amol-Kalit The Royal Palace - First Chamber of the Imperial Mortician Gaheris removed his mask. It was a large and ungainly thing: wooden, beak-shaped, and filled with all manner of pleasant-smelling herb. Not a necessity for the work he did, but it offered a welcome respite. He wiped...

The Wight Knight had left Elbion approximately a month ago. He wanted to search for any means of understanding magic, but his appearance aided him in talking to no one. He'd tried a library, but couldn't make sense of any of the letters. How long had he been asleep if the alphabet had changed so...

An impromptu crowd has happened on the main square of Jaleyaana. People from all around the desert were caught up in the midst of it all. Whether they came from as far as Maraan or as close as Elbion. Here it was always advised to keep a low profile if not of the right faith, whether you...

Amol-Kalit was different to Kjaran. So much had changed but the last time he'd been here was nearly a score of years ago. He'd been young then and loving life. Work was easy to come by and he'd pissed away plenty of gold and silver knowing that he'd easily make more by signing on with a...

Steve reflected on the things that might be counted as mistakes in his previous attempt to improve relations between The Empire, and The Eternum. One maybe a letter was not personal, or respecting enough. Showing up yourself, or at the very least sending a humanoid messenger shows more respect...

The so-called god-emperor of Amol-Kalit sat in private dining chambers at the manse in Tyria used for distinguished guests. He sipped wine from his goblet and watched the door, wondering how long Xaviera would make him wait. Even now, his fleet was out at sea under the command of Maho Sparhawk...

"I heard he lights maidens on fire," Aurora whispered next to Kailyn, huddling close to the wagon piled high with the Sparrow's precious belongings. "Don't yah think kissing a fire giant would hurt? All that magma," Samson chided, shifting the sack of grain on one of his broad shoulders...

The wayfarer’s rest station at the small oasis near the Cortosi border had been cleared out of all occupants save twenty black robed individuals. They surrounded the small structure. Inside, Gerra sat at one of the inn’s tables, waiting for the arrival of Selene. They had much to discuss in...

(Please respect that this is a ~70 man conflict) Hovels lined the distance, and even further back were the mountains, stretching far across the west-eastern line as one might see. The village of Taimin has seen many bloody days, and today would be no different. It was a fruitful oasis ripe of...

In room of the golden pond in Ragash, Gerra awaited Medja. She was a sorceress who had risen high in his court in a short time, rivaling even Ava Gilleth's magics. The shimmering reflection of the pond caught the gold leafing of the walls and shone their reflection upon the ceiling. Gerra...

The city of Ragash was bursting at the seams with color, voices, scents. Delicate feats of architecture fluttered with garish fabrics suspended on pillars, to protect the chattering merchants below from the fiery sun. Camels bleated. The smell of spicy sausages on sticks mixed with the whiff of...

Tel Madu, the southernmost city of Amol-Kalit, was once a great stronghold of the Cortosi, but it fell long ago to a warlord who rose up in the region and has remained in Kaliti hands ever since. Lugal Aqra, the Scorpion King, knew of Tel Madu's history and cared little. He cared even less for...

Lord Blackwell They all yearned for the desert. The many ruins, graves and temples. Shadows of cities ancient and long forgotten. There was always a reason why it was such. But it was still good pay. It's been some weeks since the departure from Elbion. Stocks and morale were high. And...

Amol Kalit - South Desert It had been a week now since they'd taken him. Three days since he'd slaughtered the lot. His skin was starting to burn, his lips were cracked, and he knew what little water he had left wouldn't last him much longer within the desert. A part of him wished that he...

"Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, in land basically right here, but not exactly right here. More like just in this general area of Amol-Kalit. But returning to the point: in this general there was once a great and powerful Djiin who had power beyond imagine, but this Djiin wished to...

The Forbidden City. The most famous, or perhaps infamous, location in all of the Amol-Kalit Desert. The long abandoned city was once home to a long lost civilization, or so several Measters as Elbion believed. Though the Construct had left Elbion, it had not forgotten the tales, legends, and...

Long tired days marked the excursion from the heartlands of Amol-Kalit. Still, there were many weeks worth of travel to reach the sanctity of Elbion. It never was safe to travel alone, so this caravan was an assembly of many different colours and banners. From the Collage to Mirapol to the...

It was a quiet night in Ragash. Gerra stood on a balcony of the Alabyad Palace overlooking the city. Lantern, candle, and torchlights flickered in homes and late night lounges, like a thousand tiny, twinkling fireflies. Beyond them lay the vast, black expanse of the desert. And beyond that? The...

Steve a certain he had once heard an artist say something along the lines of: 'Channel all your negative feelings into your art,' and right now Steve was feeling quite hurt after all this time and still no letter coming back. This caused Steve to once more horrible paraphrase in his memory...

Shaharyzad Bal-Madora Biographical information Birthplace Ragash Born Died Age 18 Home Physical description Ra...