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Before the Storm by Donna Hellmuth “What did she do?” Beyond the window sprawled the courtyard of Deannanburg Castle, once an exquisite portrait of Falkirk architecture and ingenuity but now a somber staging ground for the remnants of the dirty, starving ducal army. The camps beyond the...

A Blind Eye Naaman’s blade exited its sheath faster than the Thessi captain’s eye could follow. “I would like you explain to me why you opened fire on that ship. Don’t speak too quickly, I’m very slow.” “Spies,” the Thessi said. The curved blade at his throat seemed not to panic him in the...

Voiceless Imladar, for the first time since it had rebuilt itself, girded for war. In the east, ships flocked to the ports, bringing in raw materials from all over. Ores, wood, reagents, craftsmen, all manners of supplies were needed to outfit the Imladari warhost. The labor would go for days...

Know Your Place “Know your place, Silas Omegaddon.” If he hadn’t seen this with his own eyes, Rezimus would have never believed it. Silas knelt prostrate on the cold stone floor of Castle Arienne’s cloister. Rezimus had always seen vampires as brutal, unclean killing machines and to every...

Know Your Enemy It was the blue lochs and red brick bridges that truly defined the free city of Strattonheim. Under the control of the vampire Lochaber the city was a waypoint for callous inspections by guards and harsh taxation by the Dominus. Today, the lochs were filled with barges and rafts...

SILENCE One month had passed since Nevin left the parchment with Imagos Pyatt. Winter was in full force, despite a number of days of premature thaw that instilled false hope. The driving snows and heavy blizzards of ice caused unavoidable delays and stoppages in trade, travel, and...

One Year Later by Donna Hellmuth “It’s a tra--” There was light and heat and sound so fierce that all seemed drowned in murky water for that moment. The vanguard soldiers clad in blue and red all but vanished before her eyes, reduced to nothing but dust in a blink, and the horses before her...

Scars of the Body They looked on with a mixture of shock, disgust, and grim curiosity. The bizarre contraption began pumping hot, red blood through glass tubes into the hematite-etched granite sarcophagus. The heavy stone casket blotted out most of the screaming, but the sound of nails...

The Porcelain Age Sir Neville Stenhouse could not deny the beauty of the Daralassia. It had only been just over a year since her maiden voyage and already songs and epics were spreading about the massive ship. She was like a porcelain swan made of crystalline flower petals and though Sir...

For the Past “The weakness of mortality is not something I have brushed upon in a very long time,” said Sirus Omegaddon. Rezimus kept a respectful distance from the old vampire. The crimson, congealing blood-jelly of the Red covered them both. Red runners had rushed the high incline of...

For the Future Strength has always been important to Galanthia. Six hundred years of carving an empire out of the hostile bedlam of the Outeragi, the “Plains of Rage” as the Icenians say, made its defenders proficient and its castes clear. Warriors were warriors, artisans were artisans, and...

WEAKNESS “Welcome to the Prism, your Grace.” Sir Nevin Kendrick, Duke of Ashbury, gestured for the kneeling guards to rise. They did, as one, with the precision of military drilling. Their multi-hued chainmail jingled against the coin-encrusted scarves and belts they wore. Bright colored silks...

The Tar'Navarian Barbarian culture known for blue warpaint and draconic tradition. (Written by Todd Navas & Collin Babcock)

(Last edited October 2013.)

Rise once more.

The Curse of Destiny Follow the 2013-2014 winter narrative here. WEAKNESS - "For the Future" (S. Galanthia) "For the Past" (N. Galanthia) "The Porcelain Age" (Imladar) "Scars of the Body" (Thessi) "One Year Later" (Falkirk) SILENCE - "Know Your...

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After listening to the dreams and much meditation on my part, I feel I must speak briefly. Paladin Crowe confronted me, away from his own lands, surrounded by Icenian citizens. I met Paladin Crowe only that once and that was because I insulted his lands and his people. People whom I offended...