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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...

Voxmire - The Gutter Run "I think I stepped in shit." Myna said as she lifted her boot and rested it on her knee, making a face that spelled only complete and utter disgust. It wasn't exactly the worst thing that you could step in when it came to Voxmire, in fact most people would simply ask...

The Stone's Throw Inn loomed just ahead, shadows stretching long about its face from the sparse firelights of the night in Oban. Profane men awaited inside. Humans, Elves, people of all kinds had within their hearts a shifting line between good and evil. This Hahnah had come to know. But these...

Alliria, The Dragon’s Den… Elra’s eyes skimmed over the fancy cursive writing. Her lips bent into a deep frown as she read the letter over and over again. Still, no word, wherever Radis had gone, the Allirian Guard were clueless as to where. She took a deep breath. “I don’t need to worry; it’ll...

It was sunset, and just as the sun was finishing it’s day, Mikelle was finishing his as well. The last of his deliveries of Fallowbridge wine was completed. The deliveries had been mostly private homes, and while the carriage and horse were his, the working hands and guard whom had joined him...

Ask anyone on the surface to describe Arethil’s Underrealm, and they would likely relate to you a claustrophobic tale of twisting tunnels and cramped squeezes, barely large enough for a man to fit through and dangerously close to collapse. They would be correct, for the Underrealm stretched like...

I always hate these little villages. Mako thought to himself with a slight frown as he hopped off the small cart and offered the old farmer a wave, his other hand coming up to flip him a coin. "You be careful now son, folk like you are considered bad luck in these villages." That warning was...

The mute and the urchin sat at an large and otherwise vacant table at the Elven Arrow Tavern, patiently waiting for others to arrive. At the moment, Mute was working on a piece of parchment, drawing the docks from memory as best he could. He'd learned over the years that when you had no tongue...

The Raven Club - Outer Alliria "SHIT!" Charity cursed loudly, slamming her fist down on the table as the dice rolled to a halt. Throwing back what was left of her drink she sighed. This wasn't good. Nearly out of money, and worse - out of booze, Charity sat back in her chair contemplating her...