veradune

Music rang out from the end of the ballroom where a small stage like dais supported a full band, eagerly plucking at lyres and playing on flutes. The food was delicious and patrons gossiped, flirted, and talked amongst each other as they meandered from table to table, their fingers wrapped...

Deep in the wooded wildlands of Malakath, the the spiring city of Veradune reached up through the trees, its towers reaching up to be seen from above the canopy like fingers reaching up from the surface of a pond. Here, Zorrens, humans, and fae, clawed out a living amongst the dangers of mother...

Thirteen years. Thirteen years he had been wandering through the world, a man without a home. Most of that time he had spent serving his patron god, Varos. Not in the way that a temple priest might, sending prayers and offerings to a statue or likeness, but as an agent of the Vitae Court...