bandits

Crisp autumn leaves cracked underhoof in the knights' wake as they rode the Valen's length. Leagues out from Svapna, still in the shadow of the Spine and within range of the tributaries trickling down, they made some haste across the Wilds. The hours blurred together as fog burned to afternoon...

THE NORTHERN SHORE OF CORTELL "Alright lads," said the smuggler. Then, sheepishly, he added, "and ladies," and he took another moment to purge his awkwardness and regain his seriousness, "now...we're gettin close to the shores of Cortell. It ain't as near to Feiara as you might like, but those...

It was an easy mission. So why did they get removed from it? Soleil had been excited. Which wasn't new. Missions always excited her. Far more than sitting in a classroom, wherein she drifted in her attention and seemed to study far more her fellow Initiates in the class than whatever material...

A bright moon shone bright above the forested foothills of The Spine, shining almost as brightly as the sun as it cast its silver beams down to filter through the trees to land in patches on the forest floor. The sky was clear, not a cloud in the sky so the temperature up in the mountains...

Fogbrooke Village, The Spine Robaire paced back and fourth along the short dock, his arms tucked behind his back and his posture board straight. His body language showed his apprehension, the community had been split on bringing in foreign aid - especially considering the sizeable damage it...

The known world was a large place, everyone knew that. Merchants and explorers alike told tales of grand and arduous adventures. For most, the true vastness of the known world was truly lost on them until they experienced it themselves. Oh how few did experience it for themselves though. Many...

The journey towards Maraan was taking an obnoxiously long time. He was hired as a mercenary accompanying a trading caravan moving from one of the smaller Amol Kalit cities to Maraan. The chief merchant was a large and very needy woman that needed to stop to relieve her bladder every hour or so...

Timber flew around the woods outside Alliria on a foggy morning. He had made a habit of buzzing close by people walking the trails just to see their faces. He would be kidding himself if he were to say he didn't enjoy the attention he had garnered by becoming one of the first Fae to make himself...

It was a slow day at The Flying Ship Inn in Little Portshaw. There were a few customers who sat talking amongst themselves while Eryn went about serving food and drinks. It was a regular evening. She would talk with the customers about their day, flirt a bit and in general have a nice quiet...

The call had gone out. Adventurers looked at the postings and mercenaries had grown an interest in the notices. A merchant caravan needed protection on its journey, from Alliria all the way to Elbion. It was a commonly used but dangerous rout through the forests, savannahs, grasslands, and the...

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...

A deal with a devil had been done and now the devil was demanding its due from Liam. He had promised his service as a sellsword to Joseph Tailor, the owner of the Fancy Fabric tailoring and fabric store, several days ago. It almost seemed like he wouldn't be hearing back from the elderly man...

The night bit with autumnal chill, as cold breeze blew the tall grass of the Allir Reaches westward. Every tall, individual blade, swaying with beautiful subtlety. Although this stunningly crisp night was not going to be enjoyed by Zastava. His green eyes looked forward down the dirt road. His...