From personal diary
'Tis been some winters since fleeing Fal'addas from whence I came, and yet only the feintest knowledge of my own accursed condition hath studious nights taught me. The Bimaristan of Ragash- to which I fled upon my near-discovery via the Dreadlords of Vel Anir- for all it's...
Parshen looked contentedly at the perfectly arranged contents of the safety deposit box, arranged scribings of various scholars who trusted their work in progress, and their more valuable books, into his dutiful care. Scrolls of insight and inspiration stood tall at the left, sheathed in glass...
The Arcane Nexus... At least, that's what Selina called them. Junctions that peppered Arethil at every crossing of the lay lines, the magic that permeates the world. Each junction varies in power depending on how many lay lines cross in that particular area. These Nexus nearly always form a...
College of Stormhold
Magic did what magic did, and nearly every one can perform a little, but like any other thing in this mortal world there were the haves, and have nots, the talented, and those that practice to a skill beyond raw talent. Jair had some talent, and a tremendous amount of raw...
Magnus walked cautiously down the stone pathway that lay before him. He was heading to the nearby city of Vel-Anir to find a linguist that could read some rather cryptic runes. The very same runes he found in The Citadel. Magnus didn’t know anyone hardly that was still alive so he went into the...
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