wardens

The door to Iren's room in the fortress of Cerak At'Thul flew open and heavy boots thudded on the wooden floor. "Get up, we've got a jo- what the fuck?" Roul stared around at the furnishings. A rich bear fur decorated the dark wood floor in front of an immense four-poster bed, the sheets in...

The roar of the conversation in the tavern called Urduk’s Grog House held a steady undercurrent of violence weaving through drunken debauchery. Roul stood near the door and eyed the dozens of sailors, exiles, and general knaves lining the benches and chairs of nearly every table. They all...

CERAK AT'THUL He awoke to the sound of crashing breakers and the cries of circling gulls. Waves lapped the black sands and washed across him. He lay sprawled, bleary-eyed, lungs waterlogged. He tried to push himself up as the memories came racing back. Keres, the Eye, and that damned...

He'd arrived in the dead of night. It was a habit of his, really. A habit that did little to help his reputation as an ominous figure among the village populations. The torch in his left hand crackled, it's orange glow bounced and reflected by the recent snowfall that had lain undisturbed long...