The cryer stepped into the cavernous meeting hall, and spoke, his voice carried perfectly in the manicured acoustics of the chamber. “Presenting the Herald of the Kingdom of Berid, Hektor of Beris.”...
IMW: Supchapter 1: Battle of Jar'Adnin The battle started before the formations were set, green flesh poured from the treeline and tore across the open ground at the still massing Helian forces of the south...
Sown Seed, Spring of 29 SC Each step took him closer to the cold stone walls of Ioannina. The castle stood tall, an ominous shadow in the misty dark of the pouring rain. His father led the way, riding in a basket placed on the back of a large clay golem, a wicker roof deflecting the majority of the water.
“Are you sure that there is actually a werewolf out in the villages? Sounds like horse shit to me. Haven’t been one of them around since I was a lad, and even then they was just stories to keep us from going too far out into the woods when we were playin.” “They are real Henrick, and the numbers are on the rise since about a decade ago after the Week of Darkness.
“New Life, Spring of 29 SC The wailing gale that sang through the cold night air had a different key to it. The Aiolian helmsman, well experienced from his many voyages to the Anemoan canal listened, his brow furrowed in concern. Anemos was well-known for its banshee-like wind, but this was different. “What is it?” The young captain spoke, looking at the scarred man for guidance.
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The corner of Main Street, Dragon's Crown, Myralis