molthal

THE MOGO All around them the bodies of their enemies. Victorious Blight Orcs took what they pleased from the dead, looting anything salvageable or of remote value. Some of the scrub bushes of the Blightlands had been trampled in the fighting, and blood adorned their branches as well as the...

The wastes of The Blightlands are a terrible place. Barren lands filled with poisons, smog, and tar pits with desiccated vegetation as one's only change of scenery. If the groups of knife-jawed Mora’oiks don’t rip you limb from limb you may have the pleasure of coming face-to-face with a swarm...

See now the Kingdom of Garacross, perched on the turbulent shores of the Gulf of Ryt. Thanks is given to the Mother—Metisa—and to the Father—Nykios—for it is by their divine hands that Garacross prospers. Here in Garacross, emerged from the obscuring mists of time long ago, there is a relic...

In the air, smoke. Thick and overpowering. A black blanket upon the sky, blocking out all but the strongest rays of the sun. Beneath this dark carpet, upon a rocky, barren hellscape, scraggly, leafless trees struggled for survival among the crags. Around them burn eternal fires. Great pits of...

The Razor Plateau - Near the Gulf of Ryt Renn wrenched his sword free with a splatter of blood, a strange sheen ran over the black and gold blade, the crimson seeming to slick off of it far smoother than it should have. His wrist flickered downward, his eyes following quickly as he peered at...

Molthal continues to expand west of the Spine, clashing with the petty kingdoms and principalities in the wild northlands. Beset by marauding elves, ill-disciplined auxiliaries, and badly stretched supply lines, Molthal has taken a more conciliatory approach towards the larger settlements in its...

Toirbheartan, Northlands, Southwest of Gulf of Ryt. Toirbheartan had started life as a defensive settlement. The town that had expanded around it was more accidental than intended. The walls had been pushed out to accommodate them but there was still a scattering of lean-tos and huts beyond...

Epressa - East of the Spine "Bah." Naghi wrenched his axe free of the forktail's neck, the blade sizzling as the heat boiled some of the creature's blood. It let out a pathetic cry, twisted wings flapping until he placed his boot on it's face and let the blade of his axe fall back into the cut...

Molthal, early morning, outdoor market it wasn’t unlike jregh to stay in the taverns of molthal when he returned to the city from each job. whether it be protecting some high-class lady or taking care of lowly thieves, he always came back to those taverns, stayed a night after dinner, and then...

"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...

Lionel Armon and his companions followed the road between Belgrath and Molthal. The journey was projected to take a few days over a weak to complete on horseback and they were now on their sixth day on the road. Lionel had heard some sordid stories about Molthal, enough to make him want to...