sayve river

The sound of rushing water dances with the brisk winds and rustling trees, the Sayve River flowing briskly westwards towards the sea afar. Birds chirp and glide around, the local animals nearby using this source to clean their dry throats and refresh themselves from the shining sun above. Amidst...

Violence had broken out. Blood flowed into the street. Greed. Envy. Lust for power. The peace that had held reign in Perchton was gone. Murdered by the glint of gold. Or so the stories told. Roland strolled towards the tavern of Perchton, a large town along the Savye river known for fishing...

Szesh's life had become more complicated in recent years. It had brought him a good deal more inner peace in the end, but it had also forced him to confront an uncomfortable amount of his past and do troublesome introspection. He was glad for a distraction, and to not think about such things for...

Belts and buckles slapped and tinked as Garrod shook the strips of tattered leather sack that had been left behind by whatever had come and ripped through his campsite. “I should have tied it up in a tree,” he muttered to himself, and tossed the scrap to the ground. Silver morning mist swirled...

Eastern Sayve River Outskirts of the Spine, near the border of the Allir Reach The Uz Moddad had come to the banks of the river. The Orcs numbered at least two-score, herding captives from various raids conducted in the Spine and the outskirts of the Allir Reach where the Orcs had ambushed...