vardan

CCCLXX - VII - III took stock of assets to-day. no gold, little silver. miserable. hard to obtain funds when having none to begin with. maybe sell mercenaries. need armaments. already possessed of cadavers, may make use of. sat on throne and pondered for after-noon. alone. no visitors. much...

BAYOU GARRAMARISMA CROSSROAD MIRE The small, furred crone called Hagglesnip was what passed for fleeting authority - or maybe just seniority - within Crossroad Mire. It was for this reason that Vardan had accosted her outside of her ruddy little roadhouse, directing one of the two naga footmen...

SOMEWHERE IN THE ALLIR REACH A SMALL HAMLET OF NO POLITICAL IMPORTANCE - WITHIN AN UPTURNED GRAVEYARD Vardan remembered well the smell of singed flesh. Only remembered. His present state bereft him of any sense of of smell. But compared to the greater gift of unlife, it was only a trifling...