the reach

"House Yhiron has a long and storied history of protecting the Reach. The blood of my sires and their sires before them are soaked deep within the very ground upon which you stand. The Elk Helm has been the symbol of our pride for nearly five hundred years. Thus the recent loss of our sacred...

The black pits of his eyes were alive when there was fire on the horizon. He watched it and was fascinated by how the trees looked looked as though they were crying. The wind made them sway and he thought it was almost as if they were attempting to shake the flames away. Nature was much the same...

Caravan duty. It was... one of the least luxurious jobs a squire could be put on. But, Hector supposed he was glad for the opportunity. It was real work, after all. Far from the safety of the Monastery, and it implied that the Captains were beginning to consider him more capable. That or they...

"You run this sort of job often?" The monster-hunter grumbled his question toward the mercenary he patrolled through the wilds with. "Murdering for petty lords, I mean," he smirked. And if he were asked in turn, he would tell her true. He wasn't fond of this sort of work. Not that monster...

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...