ragash

"He's found us again," rasped Roul, glancing quickly around the corner and down an alleyway of Ragash. Amidst the foot traffic, he caught a glimpse of red robes and the glint of mail. More than that, he could smell the man. He reeked of monkshood. Not a scent others would notice, but to Roul...

The last vestiges of red-tinged sunlight crawled across the rooftops much like the afternoon shadows had hours before. Most of those shadows had since overtaken the city high up where torchlight could no longer reach, leaving the birds to nest and the smaller bats to replace their chirps with...

The blazing sun set on the great city of Ragash, marking the beginning of the time where the great city's less savory folk came out of their hiding spots for the day, hoping to run a scam or seduce or straight up rob anyone unlucky enough to be out and about. One such man was Verminn Ikhi...

Sitting in the waiting room to another woman's seat of power was such an uncanny experience for the young elf. One would think that her origins might prepare her for this moment, but perhaps her time living among the common folk had diluted whatever experience she may have garnered as a child...

The midday sun gleamed off amber dyed steel. The scorpion circled around to protect a pair of bees upon their shields and cloaks. Faces covered by the cloth and masks of their helms. The way their armor was layered and with spears held high one might think these soldiers the very beasts...

It had been months since things had returned to what could be said was a relative normal. The whole of the Empire had a tightened grip upon it, and as the Red Sun it was by his doing this had been done. What had taken place in this very palace, despite the particular circumstance, was...

She was in the midst of a great crowd of people, all of whom circled round about the great orange light of pyres, which stretched out into the dark around and above them. Some wept, some chanted beneath their breath, but she stood silently. And while the eyes of many were upon the ground or upon...

Alistair always had mixed feelings about traveling in the Empire. The cities were absolutely beautiful, none more so than Ragash, but the sun tended to turn Alistair's pale skin tomato-red within seconds of walking outside. Although, those were the complaints of the blessed, in a way. This trip...

To say the events of the past week had unfolded fortuitously would be an understatement, or at least so much was the case where House Akanamar was concerned. The lasting night had brought its own amount of grief to the powers of the Empire, and the public's distress alone had distracted them...

Ragash was unlike anything the young woman had ever seen. Not a tree in sight, not like the Falwood. And so very bright, the hot sun bouncing off the sand colored walls and great tiled domes beyond until even shadow seemed brighter still, breaking up the solid earthen tones with a near white...

The winter months were as good a time as any for Valkan to get out of his lair. More importantly, it needed to be spruced up a bit, and Ragash's reputation for fine textiles drew his attention. A wiry black draconian weaved through the crowd, towering over the humans, sand elves, and beastmen...

Masika was tipsy. Not drunk! Not yet! On a scale of one to twenty, she was at a fun eleven. The buzz was nice, having her feel warm even though the dessert nights tended to be cold, and causing her to smile at everyone, whether they looked her way or not. Of course, Masika smiled at everyone...

Amol-Kalit. Home. A place he rarely frequented these days. Be it that The Empire took most of his work from him, or that his title of ‘folk hero’ was even more divisive here, it wasn’t a place he felt all that welcome anymore. This was fine. He did not need or crave acceptance. It would be...

For some these were exciting and uncertain times. Rumors ran rampant in instances such as these, after all. Some whispered of the Smiter's disappearance, of her retirement, her assassination. Others spoke of her ever burgeoning rise, of her treachery to the throne. Some spoke that in times such...

Masika looked up at the sun, the rays catching the golden undertone of her warm brown skin, her brown irises flaring into a pool of amber for a split second until a triumphant shout caught her attention. She looked back down at the playing field. Or rather, the construction site that wasn’t...

Masika was tipsy. Not drunk! Not yet! On a scale of one to twenty, she was at a decent eleven. The buzz was nice, having her feel warm even though the dessert nights tended to be cold, and causing her to smile at everyone, whether they looked her way or not. Of course, Masika smiled at everyone...

Sunset. As night wrapped the city in its dark, gentle embrace, a brilliant ambience took shape. Torchlight and magics of various colours and forms lit Ragash's streets, and much of the city still bustled with life even after the sun descended into rest. From high above in the palace which...

Ragash - Royal Palace Garden Courtyard - late afternoon Brynneld Following a long day under the Ragashan sun the heat finally began to wane, and while most of the citizens of the Empire had grown accustomed to such temperatures, there was one new occupant of the palace that was not. Vashe had...

"Please, stop." A woman ducked in on herself at the end of the street, hugging her freshly bought goods to her chest. Three of the guardsmen laughed, their voices traveling through the crowded street and to Astrid's annoyed ear as she sipped her mug of beer. It had been days since she'd last...

The Urorak Sands Caravan route was not one to be taken lightly or unprepared. The crossing stemmed from the bustling city of Annuakat, drawing north to Ragash over a vast, open landscape of rolling dunes that carried on for days on end. So easy to be devoured by the desert was it that many of...