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Aniria - Licania "Wow." Nas said as they crested the small hill just outside of Licania. "It's even more boring than I thought it would be." The small town, if it could even be called a town, was situated just forty miles south of Vel Anir. Licania was nothing special when compared to a dozen...

Vel Anir - The Gutters Norah There were few things in this world that put Nas off from his perpetual feeling of boredom, but the note he'd received three days ago had certainly been enough. He knew who'd sent it before he'd cracked the wax seal. He knew what would have happened had he not...

Among Marta Maisal's countrymen, there was a popular debate, one which attracted eloquent orators and rowdy drunkards alike to partake. And that debate was this: which was more so the center of evil on Arethil? That is, which propagated the use of blasphemous magic the most, thereby doing the...

Elbion, The Port District The drow opened up his eyes as the sun was going down. Twilight hues of peach and purple glowed in through the window glass and painted the room in watercolor luminosity. He lay sprawled across a shabby bed in an upper room of dockside inn. Waking up, groggy, he...

They were definitely dead. Curcurbita checked again in case he might be mistaken but, yes, yes they were VERY dead. The missing heart was a bit of a giveaway but he waved his hand over the blank eyes that rested in the look of terror on the grim visage of the corpse. "Hello? Are you, um are you...

Alinar clutched tightly to the rapidly cooling body of his dragon as the last vestiges of life left the winged beast he'd spent the last thirty years serving alongside. Tears stung at his eyes as he felt the final breath of his longtime companion, a figure he'd worshipped for so long, who over...

(Art Credit) The night went from calm to crazed fast. Outside, the Festival of Fiery Skies was in full bloom. Zael had been in Elbion long enough to see all of the preparations for it, and now at last the festivities had the whole of the city in a swell of merriment. Even the One-Legged...

It was a late Tuesday evening in downtown Alleria. Through a shallow alley way one would find a lone door, the windows complimenting its sides tinted a dark maroon that were near impossible to see through. Above the door way hung a battered, weather worn sign with a singular red rose painted...

Vel Anir - The Three Gutters Lileas Home. How long had it been? Five years? Six? Aleric couldn’t even remember anymore. The last time he had seen them he’d been a boy, less than a whelp and three times as cocky as he should have been. It had smelled the same then as it did now. A mixture of...

Vel Anir - Slums The Painted Rat There were bars, there were taverns, and then there were places like the Painted Rat. Filled with murderers, cuththroats, robbers, thugs, and every other kind of criminal one could think of the ramshackle building had been a mainstay in the Slums of Vel Anir for...

The Painted Dragon Camille sat within the inner office of the Crimson Dusk. One of the most powerful crime syndicates of Alliria. Finger tapped absently at the report on her desk. Mister Talmanese was gone from the territory. News that set her slender shoulders more at ease. He'd done...

The Editorial, from the outside, did not appear to be anything exceptional. It was sturdy and maintained, stone and plaster and hickory. There was space to put up horses and wagons for the night and a few wooden balconies for anyone wanting a spot of fresh air. It also looked fairly typical from...

Not a single person saw Edison slip into the cracked foundation that was Elliot's clinic, which was honestly probably one of the more solid buildings in the subterranean ruins. Staggering, unsteady, and with his face set grim and sullen, he likely should have caught a few eyes. Hardly being much...

Syzemore Osbert had been forced to grow up in the academy of the Dreadlords. Every day his life was filled with torment and suffering. Eventually he was old enough to graduate and it was House Banick that took him in. He lived a few precious months in luxury before the rug was ripped out...

Alliria - The Painted Dragon There were a thousand strings that tugged along the underworld. Wires that ran to and fro, connected everyone and everything at a level that most might have thought utterly ridiculous. The games played in the dark alleyways of city streets were as intricate as those...

Alliria - Shallows "Oi!" His voice bellowed out through the warehouse, head shaking. "Careful with that you fucking 'git." It was almost painful to talk like that, but he had picked it up over the last few months. He'd found that the folk around here tended to react better when you spoke in...

When the floating bits of rubble coasted downwards and re-settled upon the terrafirma the restoration of Elbion was able to begin in earnest. It had been a tumultuous time. Chaos and panic had stretched the Gendarmerie thin. It’d led to an explosion of crime and now that the populace wasn’t...

OUTSIDE THE BLUEBIRD TAVERN Night had come again. And at last Hahnah could move freely. For three nights she had been trapped within the huge and formidable city called Oban. She wanted desperately to leave, but for two reasons she could not. The front gates of the city were watched all hours...

Dornoch - The Painted Lady Not the nicest tavern in the world, The Painted lady had always held a sort of charm to it. Never quiet, never overwhelming. A constant stream of miscreants, thieves, dock-workers, and dozens of other slices of life roamed through the tavern at all times. No one could...

Thunder clouds rolled across the sky pulled by the Goddess Neket and her four strong slate grey horses. If the myths were to be believed it was the force of their hooves hitting the sky with such speed that caused the flashes of brilliant light that illuminated the clouds from within. A single...