the empire of amol-kalit

"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...

CLANG Sparks flew. CLANG The blistering heat of a forge. CLANG The glow of white-orange. CLANG Gerra stopped and wiped the sweat from his brow, holding up a glowing blade before him. The half-giant looked upon his work, nodding slowly. That would do. He took tongs and lowered the...

Mood Music The burning sand dunes stretched out in all directions, wavering in the haze of the heat. Roul hunched over his horse and squinted against the brightness of the sun reflecting off the dunes. He wore only the layers of cloth common in Amol-Kalit, and his sword belted to his waist, his...