the valen wilds

Along the Eastern border of the Valen Wilds: Upon the lands of Ardolan March, governed by Duke Harmyhan. They gathered beneath the cover of the stone pavilion en mass. Cloaked and hooded. Most of them clean. Robes made from fabrics that were near pristine. One by one and two by two. They...

"Alright squires, crack on! Master Murk will need those pillars ready as soon as able! Hurry now, imbue your magicks, and make ready for the show!" Helena called out with emberic joy in her voice that came easy and true. Easier still in hopes of merriment and cheer. All around helpful hands...

Night had long fallen. Not that time came easy to telling within the tall stacks of the monastery's archives. Most light beneath their vaulted ceilings were sparked by magick-light. Their ethereal glows cast in warm yellows that mocked fire's light. Too rare and ancient were the texts stored...

In the Autumn Season It had been three suns and two moons since the end of the Broofest. Astenvale proper still buzzed with those still stuck in town after all the festivities. Revelers, still hoping to enjoy what the distant retreat from more complicated places had to offer. Trouble for...

“Everything I've worked towards is being undone. Everything. And now...this. This rejection.” Lord Renly ran his gloved fingers across the fold in the paper, sealing the letter with all the finality of the words that lay within. He placed it down upon the oak desk that was five times older than...

The Valen Wilds, Winter Syr Etivya stared wide eyed at what she saw hanging from the tree before them. Her jaw set into a grim line, as her hand ripped free her longsword from its sheath. "Squires, on guard!" she ordered and shut the visor of her helm, as her off hand grabbed tight her...

A summons finds you, handed off by a squire, or left in a place all would know you frequent. A call for aid from the East. Lord Brimheart of Grenquarry, has unearthed some foul strangeness in the depths of his mines, an entire mining party has been lost. Risk level, high. Report to the Chamber...

Though I am but meek in my mortal shell, I tread bare of foot in the giants’ court. Whisper thine truth unto me, fife and bell, ‘Neath elden branches of the Forest Lord. Half-remembered words echoed through Elinyra’s mind as she woke to the soft pattering of rain against leaves. The forest was...

Brew-craft was a time honored tradition to the people of the Valen Wilds. A point of pride. And how could it not be? So close to the ancient holds that dotted the Spine. Some say that it was the dwarves that first shared the gift of strong stouts with the tribes of the Valen. Others claim it...

The wind wailed like a banshee though the barren branches of ancient arboreal giants. Their limbs seemed to be outstretched in silent petition to the sky: please release us. The trees of the Balewoods were all dead, their bark blackened and oozing ichor, but yet still suffering from a sickness...

Blue was the room, and ink were the shadows that clung to the corners and stones of the wall. Pale moons' light and the feint candescence of stars turned to beam of light as it passed through the studies window, with no flame of candle or torch there to rob it of any of its cold luminance. Only...