caravaning

Amol-Kalit Oakwood Trading Co. caravan Early evening The sun overhead was a brutal and cruel mistress in Amol-Kalit. It vacillated between methods of inflicting injurious harm which each rising and setting; a purposeful heat or a negligent cold, either could kill. Seretha missed it every time...

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...

You know, sometime we just wanna ride out and clash with other warbands that patrol Amol-Kalit. Protect towns from attackers, meddle with politics and then hit the hay under the clear starry sky. Build a nation that is our own. And build great boybands So, are there men and women who have...

The sun was high above the crescent hills. With what little of the wind left, only to shift the sand in small heaps. The caravan was not of one but of many, and not only of traders and merchants and merceneries. Banners flew of many a warlord in this short lived traveling truce. Among them most...