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Vel Anir; Noon Ispir would walk along the bottom of the ravine planning out his next song to sing whenever he got to his next stop. Would it be something upbeat? Something somber? A poetic piece recounting some ancient myth or legend? His tongue would stick out in concentration as he crossed...

THE OLD FORT TERRITORY OF OMMA The troop of Regulators from Gild found themselves under siege. Campania, the Bloody Crescent, was a region of warring neighbors. Yet it was not uncommon at all for these feuding states, sometimes even in the midst of war, to request the specialities—services...