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"Better a good run than a bad stand" The day was cold. Kjaran spat on the ground and leaned on his shovel. The ground was still hard and only begrudgingly yielded to the metal spades. They’d dug a shallow grave, enough to cover the score of corpses from their band. They lay side by side in...

The Caesar sat on his ivory throne— His iron legions came. To break a king in a land unknown, And a race without a name. Far from merely being Orcus on his throne, Menalus the ruler of Molthal has begun to look south and westwards again. His legions were repulsed from Belgrath the previous...