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Ragash, the Brazen City. Another month, another round of bread and circuses on behalf of the good old boss-lady, Mistress Medja. Seemed like lately the Empress-Regent, Rahma's boss, was coming up with any excuse she could to throw some kind of party in some section of the Empire. Last month it...

https://images2.imgbox.com/29/76/153VNZTt_o.jpegThe Horseman - Najrala Two weeks. Two bloody, hot, fucking exhausting weeks of crossing the Desert of Amol-Kalit. It wasn't the first time Edric had traipsed across the great dunes, but it was the first time he'd done it by choice. Not that it...

The Festival of Renewal. That was the name Medja and her aides had finally come to decide on in the weeks of planning that had preceded the festivities. Amol-Kalit had many of its own holidays, of course, but unrest was something that had to be quelled one way or another. Recent months had...

It had taken her weeks to get her. Trekking through the desert, paying off (or killing) bandits, emptying the sand that built up in her boots, or simply stopping to ask for directions. She was surprised when many folk simply shook their heads and acted surprised when she mentioned she sought...

A thread really open for all, but likely of biggest interest to the Empire. Feel free to start at the village, or the temple, or anywhere that works! Village Dehno – West of Ragash The moon, Pneria, hung high in the night sky. Constellations abound could be observed with ease – the village...

"He just has it on his mantlepiece like some kinda... some kinda trophy, Biscuit!" The small green dragon looked up at her from his small but mighty stash of gold pieces he had collected over the years. A small little rag he used to polish them hung from his mouth. To anyone else, the dragon...

Alistair always had mixed feelings about traveling in the Empire. The cities were absolutely beautiful, none more so than Ragash, but the sun tended to turn Alistair's pale skin tomato-red within seconds of walking outside. Although, those were the complaints of the blessed, in a way. This trip...

Kade's life had changed forever following his trip to Annuakat. What a wild ride, right? What an absolutely wild ride. From the Tower of Tribulations, to meeting Empress Medja in person, to finally being inducted into the ranks of the Imperial Hands, one thing had led to another and here he was...

"What in the seven fucking pits of Czarterix is that?!" The docks was a riot of activity. Men shouted to fellows further up to lend a hand and others scurried to get more ropes, harpoons, lances and - well - anything. Every noise and movement sent the beast into a crazed fit. It tossed its...

Ragash Alabyad Palace: Room of the Golden Pond (Ashuanar and Gerra: if one dares to show) Kailyn had spent some time visiting the different great cities of Amol-Kalit. It seemed to coincide with Gerra's crusades. She hadn't seen the half-fire giant in quite some time. Nor her friends like...

The Urorak Sands Caravan route was not one to be taken lightly or unprepared. The crossing stemmed from the bustling city of Annuakat, drawing north to Ragash over a vast, open landscape of rolling dunes that carried on for days on end. So easy to be devoured by the desert was it that many of...

He wasn’t born into it. He wasn’t driven by deep-seeded nationalism and pride. He did it because of his elderly adoptive parents that still lived in tents out in the desert. He did it because he was good at it. Great, in fact. His actions allowed him to climb up the ranks and defend against the...

...Some days after the Tower of Tribulations... Numbers were one thing, but progress was another. With new recruits in the fold, Medja could turn her attention to the next step: acquiring the means by which she'd preform her miracle. That meant that sitting still and serving as an...

"Again." Master Ismael had struck him countless times already. Every slight error was met with the sharp sting and dull ache that came at the end of a wooden staff. Each mark was meant to serve as a reminder of what would've happened had the fight been real...there would be no warnings, no...

...A week ago... The number of fight pits and gladiatorial arenas within the great Imperial city of Annuakat was surprisingly many, but as Medja of Ragash had searched for an appropriate venue for her latest machinations she had found all of them to be lacking. So it was that she'd made her way...

In the days following the Divan's decision to seat Medja on the Empire's throne life had only become more and more complicated. From planning a display that would earn the people's loyalty with Kiia, to assuming the responsibility of managing Annuakat's many idiosyncrasies, to continuing to...

Annuakat was not the Vizier of Stars preferred place of dwelling by a long shot, but it was the seat of the throne of the Empire. As future regent, Medja had relocated herself, many of her aides, and a significant portion of her resources to the Imperial Palace in Annuakat. There was much to do...

Annuakat Riverside Merchant District Between the merchant calls and the commotion of buyers in the market, the din of the port slats could only be described as a droning buzz. Here good exposure was at a premium and so was the shade. It paid to arrive early and stake your claim - the Tera'terre...

It had been months since Maho had been able to visit her home all the way in the Imperial City of the 'eastern continent'... (Ugh! The terminology of the westerners in Arethil had rubbed off on her!)... But no matter, she was home at last, though naturally it wasn't the restful experience she...

Stagnation. If there was one thing that Medja hated, it was to watch her world become stagnant and dull. Gerra had started another one of his 'divine pilgrimages' some weeks ago, leaving the throne empty and the Divan in charge. The Divan, in turn, had become complacent. The Empire was stagnant...