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https://images2.imgbox.com/15/14/gNPyuPz9_o.pngTyr - The Isle of Sheketh A wild caucophany of noises surrounded Edric as he made his way through the main thoroughfaire of the city. Tyr was a city he had never thought he would see again. It's tall black towers and flowing canals of magma a sight...

Tyr - The Black Orchid Theron "Edromir, you know how foreigners are." It was not often that members of the Deathwatch made their way to the Temple District of Tyr. Though once a center of the city, the Temple District had long since fallen out of favor with the elite, and in truth...even the...

The Bay of Ne'varra - Sixty Miles From Tyr "Simone, you should have remembered the rules." Seyah said, crouching gently upon the rocky shores. The warmth of the volcanic sea lapping against her feet as tides began to roll in. A woman sat upon her knees, the black stone of the shore digging...

Rhoxane Van Der Aa understood her assistant professor duties as any assistant professor did at Elbion. Obviously, helping the professors to teach and grade young Elbion mages was important. New minds, as she had been told endlessly by all the professors around, needed to be nurtured with care...

Tyr - The Old Ekren Palace Tal had always loved a good party. It had been one of the primary reasons why his father had so despised him before his exile. He'd a constant need for activity of some sort, never able to remain quiet, never staying put. He had enjoyed the night life of Tyr more...

https://i.imgur.com/z18N9DJ.png Tyr - Cities Edge Twelve slaves, two Ogre's formerly of the Death Watch Guard, half a dozen mercenaries and scholars, a gaggle of hanger-ons, and one Prince. That was who would be stepping into the ashen wastes of Sheketh. Chewing on his cigar Talmanes surveyed...

https://i.imgur.com/A5IFpIc.pngTyr "WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH THE DRUNKEN OGRE~" Ennio sang at the top of his lungs, the heavy mug of ale in his hands nearly sloshing over as he continued his rendition of the ancient folk song. "WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH THE DRUNKEN OGRE! WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH THE...

On the very edges of Tyr, where only those without option and the scum found themselves, walked a man. He wore a cloak, though not to hide his identity, but rather to stop the soft patter of rain to land on his head. Behind him walked two beautiful nubian women, neither of them having the same...