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(Art Credit) Nowhere left to run. Time to stand, or die. "LIGHT IT UP!" exclaimed Captain Grinko, the last man of the mercenary company backing the College. "DO IT NOW!" Zael didn't have access to his magic—neither he nor any of the College mages did anymore—but he had a firestarter kit...

Nel had been drifting through the hills without purpose when she stumbled across a trader and his wagon in the middle of the woods. The man was distraught, unlucky enough to have gotten lost trying to take a shortcut, and unlucky again that one of his horses had suffered a sprain trying to cross...

She could see them... Those treacherous ladies puffing their chests and averting their gazes. With fans half unfurled and waving-oh-so tactfully. They signalled to each other messages in ways that were unheard of and not understood. This was the language of the courts. The language of...

The Sultan worked as he walked. Reports in hand, aides flanked him on either side. There was a certain novelty in handling matters this way rather than simply at his desk. It couldn't exactly be considered relaxing but the difference was felt. Rasoul wasn't strolling about aimlessly either...

"Very well, I shall see you have the resources you need. The wall repairs must be completed." The Sultan looked to his aide to indicate that the audience was over. There were still a few audiences scheduled for the day but Rasoul ordered them moved. Too much remained to be done but Rasoul had...

The sultan and his retinue moved through the streets with little fuss or funfare. Rasoul considered this to be a welcome change. His early days were filled with either adulation or vitriol. He took the general indifference as a sign that his rule was becoming normalized. The sultan preferred...

The sea breeze was a welcome change to the stale ink that seemed to permeate his every waking moment. Reports had taken most of his morning but this time, not all his day. A welcome suggestion had come for him to see the city and the changes that occurred. Rasoul was doubtful that much could...

If she were at the tallest tower in Jaleyaana, she could see twinkling lights in the distance spanning from Sey'Kube on the ridge to Seluca on the coast. Perhaps even spotting the outline of the fabled castle Falahmat that lay some distance between them. But such would not be her privilege as...

The setting Selucan sun made for a sumptuous sight but the Sultan saw it not. His days, and nights, were completely dedicated to pouring over various reports. When he was not staining his hands with ink, Rasoul was holding audiences. Some that were very important, others that were simply a...

It had been near six months since the tyrant had been removed from power and Rasoul was still as busy as ever. He could only consider it Maskat's blessing that he hadn't collapsed yet. The newly ordained sultan almost wished consciousness would leave him so he could get some rest. Night had long...

Down the streets painted in heavenly blue and white, festive energy and parades had most people flocking the streets as they received the returning warbands in roaring glee. Facilities like coffeehouses had free menus for the day, stalls at the caravanserai for the night, free lodging for...

Afternoon, in a rural settlement in the Seret region. When Sinuhe was a child, he'd been told stories of the war-ravaged mountains, bandits and cutthroats lurking every corner. He wondered how far the truth of those stories stretched. As it went, he had only been met with hospitality. An old...

Common copies of books and scrolls lined the library open to the public, but the true gems of literature were stored deep within the antiquitarium. For many, that place was forbidden, not from any sense of entitlement or neglect of education for the common folk, but because the general public...

The White Swallow slowly approached the castle in the dead of the night from the southeast. It was a small ridge castle, unaproachable by an army from most sides. Its keep stood on the highest end towards the north. It wasn't in the best of conditions and the foliage in the steep ridgeside...

Belnegand, the tallest peak in view from Sey'Kube's mountainous vista, it certainly was not the tallest in Seret with some meagre 5 kilometres in height. However, it certainly was the tallest of the active volcanos. Tipped in snow while the valley beneath blossomed in spring-blooms, it was an...

The Chamber of Lessat. A small, underground ruin in the foothills of the Seret Mountains. Though hundreds of years old, unremarkable for the most part--already explored and catalogued by the College. Yet Istra was here now, having come back after deciphering some old texts and piecing together...

Deep ultramarine sky shifted green towards the horizon that spanned across the sky. The last remnants of sunlight were long gone, now replaced by a thousand stars of many golden hues. The lights in Jaleyaana to the west and Seluca to the east twinkled just as brightly, while the extensive gulf...

Tag: Fieravene It is time... The town of Kannorgopad seemed to be bustling with activity today. The Sereti ogres were working tirelessly in the little time left before the Lessat eclipse and the festivities that would soon follow. Those who weren't preparing for the festival had been told to...

The moderate temperature around the Academy was a great relief compared to that of the Ixchel Wilds and Iuk-'U Delta. There was no torrential rain, no swamps, and, most importantly, no mosquitoes. Henry, as odd as it was to say, was almost glad to be at the Academy. Though, as his horse trotted...

(OOC: mediators/unaffiliated have the freedom to walk everywhere without getting attacked, including the inside of the temple and converse with anyone, whether they're named or not) Two forces stood at opposing ends. On one end, atop the rolling dune, Amir Danush Ibn Shiys stood at the helm...