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Echo Falls - The Reach "Vyekkelis." Njáll said as he used the butt of his hatchet to prod one of the corpses strewn about the village. His eyes casting over the hunks of meet that had been torn and stripped away. Thrown aside as though they were offal not worth consuming. "Fuck off." The...

What was misfortune? Was it truly such a cosmic affair? Was it just the very nature of things that decreed that if good luck existed, then bad luck must, too? Inescapable, unavoidable, inevitable. Did Spotta's existence really hinge upon that? Happenstance? Or was misfortune born from every...

Gulf of Ryt - Town of Polt Halldór crouched in the bottom of his longship, slowly drawing through the swampy mire all around them. The air here was thick, the ocean breeze cut by the humidity which seemed to stick all around them. Many of his fellow raiders had stripped themselves of furs and...

Eastern Blightlands The loud scrapping of the longship's bottom on river rocks echoed out over the soft lapping of waves onto the shore. Seconds later the sound of two dozen boots splashing into water followed. Twelve figures stepped out from a lone ship, each of them gnarled and ragged. Most...

Balgove Village Outskirts "Help!" Men fled, hurtling over root and stone through the dense outcrop of pines with panic laced through laboured breaths. Most did not hesitate to glance behind them although the odd man did, as though a demon itself was chasing them out of its den. They were not...

The Crypt of Uriel Deyanira The Dark Gods whispered. They insisted. They screamed. Their voices never stopped resounding within his skull. They pushed, the pulled, they did everything they could to bring him to the stone steps he now stood upon. It was the first taste of silence that he had in...

The Rutting Boar, Port Catavia A lone emerald eye travelled across the room, carefully studying each thread of life that thrummed within The Rutting Boar. Like most whorehouses masquerading as a tavern it was a raucous den of indulgence; brimming, deafening and sweaty. Men and women of varying...

Vagakh, Blightlands The Dark Gods held a wicked sense of humour. A singular green eye surveyed the steady ebb and flow of The Blighted Sea as the haar lazily rolled into the docks. Its murky depths had now claimed all but the dregs of the raiding party, with their vessel now no doubt resting...

Port of Aith There were no cities in the Lost Isles, not like there were in South. The most one would find within the land of the Nordwiir was towns like Aith. A few thousand of their kind gathered at most, small huts made of stone and bare docks crafted thousands of years ago with wood stolen...

The Lost Isles Kol had never quite understood the Dark God's sense of humor. It was an odd it that remained a mystery to this day. Their ways were ever changing, their intent unknown, their desires a complete and utter enigma. They spoke over one another now, whispering arguments in his ear as...

Northern Tundra Magrin Kor | Brenna A storm was coming, an unnatural one. Kol could see it in the clouds, recognized the signs of it. The wings of Frost Wyrms were said to be the cause of all Blizzards in the Tundra, but Kol knew that not to be true. The storms caused by the great Wyrms were...

Saint Dennai Monastery - Northern Spine The saint of travelers. That was what they called her. One who watched over those who wandered. One who gave food and a place to rest to all those weary in the world who could not find their place. No one truly know what religion she came from, no one...

Northern Blightlands It was unsurprisingly hot within the blasted lands of the Blight, sweat beading on Kol's brow as he took another step through the broken and craggy canyon. Two dozen warriors still followed behind him, most of them with stern expressions. Some of their number had already...