imperial hands

So much to be done, yet so little time. Balancing one's efforts between running a country and performing perhaps the greatest magical feat in the history of Arethil was certainly a weary task. In fact, if she had to do it all herself, Medja knew it would be positively overwhelming. Thankfully...

Brotherhood. Camaraderie. Family. That was what had been promised to Rahma in exchange for his service. Well, that and a subsubstantial paycheck. Rahma had said that the only reason he was joining was for the latter, a convenient lie that he had told even himself, but...well, a lie was a lie...

...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...

...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...