storyline

In a bid to end a conflict which started now 130 years ago, a dark host has marched upon the final bastion of the Aerai people - Sharyrdaes. Having answered the call for aid, an army was made ready on the fringes of the elven kingdom, and marched through the Falwood to the country's capital...

I was just thinking of a simple RP idea to pass time, but when I tried to flesh it out a bit, it revealed tremendous potential. Here is a glimpse of it. This is most likely going to span multiple threads, as my new aim is to establish said organisation as a hidden force on Arethil which has a...

Epilogue: Part I A flash of lightning split the sky. Rain fell upon the street, and upon him there in it. Black blood muddled with water as it ran across the cobblestone, and as the tension of the battle eased he took a breath and looked around. Here, in this place that he knew nothing...

Rain fell harshly upon streets of stone. Horse and carriage creaked and splashed along, going this way and that. Men and women, with feet no doubt soaked, carried on whichever way. Street lanterns swayed. A dreary, damp cold gripped tight, and one's breath could easily be seen. It seemed...