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Kaula, Northern Piantia Guillaume rode swiftly across the Kaula frontier towards Paestrum, tracing the path the bloody wolves had left to deliver a message which had arrived at the staging area. Through empty villages and across barren and untended fields, he lamented at the wicked wrath the...

7 Days after the meeting with the war council Alexandre came riding hard over the arid hills towards the encampment the Crimson Wolves had set up on the border of the Bone Coast and Kaula, Piantias northern and regrettably isolated region. It had not been difficult to locate the staging area on...

With the plan of assault agreed upon, the only thing to do now was to rally the troops and await the coming slaughter. Alexandre felt the moon shining in through the circular windows that adorned the high roof of the once opulent dining hall. Feeling spurred, she retrieved a small vial from a...

From a dark corner of the room, a woman clad in dark armor had watched the other lieutenants. Alexandre bore an despicable visage, something her current compatriots had noted during their time at the palace. During her stay she had been terse, but one could wonder what thought dwelt behind her...

Character: Alexandre the Thirsting Red Hand of Rocher Captain of the Crimson Wolves Race: Human / Vampyr Bio: Defender of the people. Perhaps at one point, but no longer. Her long and bloody campaigns have left naught but a hateful husk of a once mighty hero. The Curse of the Vampyr has...

Consider me a part of this journey.

As the unlikely party took their seat at the large table, Raili rested he longsword against it and took out her rosary. As Castelluccio addressed them, and her in particular, she grimaced slightly in between her prayers. The lecturing was as grave a heresy as any, but the deacons words and the...

Flint thought long and hard on the opportunity that Ardekkan had given him. But none the less, imminent peril was sure to be afoot, if what the Bulwark described was true. About the outlaws that remained outside of the city borders. Not too unlike the bandits and brigands that ha terrorized the...

Raili was just about strongly berate Castelluccio that while they were part do the church, it was purely by distant relation at this point. The Order of the Path of Saint Arkhan had never received the churches full blessing, aside from some personal assurances of some bishops and cardinals over...

Raili had remained quiet as she followed Castelluccio. Not that it was anything out of the ordinary, as she was not exactly the most talkative woman. She had her suspicions about why the deacon had summoned her. The meek man of the cloth could only want one thing. And frankly, it annoyed her...

In another corner of the plaza of Ol' Catan, there was a significantly larger gathering of people than the one that had flocked to the old man. On a raised stage, three drastically different individuals were present. The first being a rather obese alderman dressed in fine clothes, whom stood...

As Ardekkan assured Flint of his commitment to keeping the order and the fact that many others in the guard could be found to put an end to destructive magic once and for all, he felt quite content. Although he did currently possess magical abilities, it was not something he had wanted. Rather...

Name: Raili Ilves Race: Human Gender: Female Age: Late 30's Nationality: Kärkkian Bio: A tall, slender woman from the northern lands of Kärkkäinen, Raili Ilves bears the features of someone who has not had the most favourable life. Not much is known of her past, but it is certain that she...

As Ardekkan introduced Sveket, Flint returned her greeting with a respectful nod. He cast a look to his sailors, "officer on deck." He said with his usual dry tone, making the men snap to attention and gave the beastly woman a uniform salute. Looking around, Flint surveyed the training grounds...

As they walked through the more unsavory part of town, and Ardekkan assured him that there were surely good people among it's denizens despite it's degenerate nature. Flint had no reason to doubt him. In fact, he felt more comfortable looking out over the farmlands and simple dwellings outside...

Flint returned Dos Santos reply and smile with a brisk nod. As the Platenese were no longer with the fleet, perhaps it would be better to send it to the Prophet. After all, Dobbs and the Albion crew were still trustworthy. As the group walked out of the palace, he instructed one of the sailors...

As Flint lit the fresh pipe, he glanced to Meinhardt as he explained their relation to the astrolabe to the elders. "Given the nature of where we found the device, I would find it logical that it'd previous owners used to find their way home, which would be here." He took another puff of the...

The revelations of the various powers that had been bestowed upon the fleet intrigued Flint. Both out of some small curiosity, but mostly the fact that they had most likely acquired them from some deity. If the fleet were, with their diverse powers, following different arcane mentors, it would...

As Flint and Ardekkan sat down comfortable pillows, the former took of his coat and set it aside and took out a pipe and a pouch of tobacco. He had kept it on him as merely a second thought, but when he smelt what he assumed to be tobacco or something similar he was gripped by the urge to smoke...

As he caught on to Ardekkans prideful realization to the similarities of their ranks, even the usually dour cracked a small smile. "Seems we can by-pass formalities then." Before the entire party were ushered to go meet the elders, Flint pointed out the terror to Ardekkan, explaining to the...