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"Perhaps by the tree?" whispers Nado."Fintain? Its your turn, I believe."

"Aye, 'tis possible. But these things are dangerous if one does not know what one deals with. Many are cursed. Once, in old Abbaye in my travels from the south I saw ten men engulfed in flame after one was broken. The only remnants were skulls, and of those they crumbled at the slightest...

You stand again in the courtyard, the words of the disappearing spirit fresh in your minds: “I am Bogren and ‘twas my duty to maintain this shrine. But I was slain and I have failed. The corruption must be burned away for the land to be made clean. Darkness has festered too long under the...

(Post-5th game session, after the destruction of the undead abomination and the discovery of a trove beneath the feet of the Traveler) --From the Traveling Journal of Nado the Estimable "This holy place had the unmistakable stink of death. We moved through it slowly and hesitatingly...

(OOC: Bragon and Fintain, hurry up and post or I'll do the rolling)

(OOC: Bragon if you can't post, then email a moderator) Nothing moves but by the wind, the beech tree rustling and swaying. Two skulls crack together lightly in the branches, but their sound echoes about the courtyard. The early evening stars glimmer in the night sky. (I) Ulfghar You...

"Be careful lads...something's very wrong, very wrong indeed..." whispers Nado loudly. The four of you progress further into the bounds of the courtyard. The place certainly has no air of sanctity. Indeed, it feels corrupted, a feeling perceptible in the air around you. (I) Ulfghar: You...

(Post-4th game session, after the defeat of the mercanters in Eastfair, the leavetaking of the city and the arrival at the old shrine to Wergand on the North Marsh Road) The appearance and destruction of the vermin swarm has left you uneasy. After bringing the horses into the shelter of the...

-an excerpt from The History of the West, Kastimo of the Uracarl In the days immediately after the Heziliad, the lands of Bausslauch lay in chaos and confusion. Those remnants of imperial power that had survived the inundation of the Hollow Lands and made their way to the highlands about the...

-Being an excerpt from the Chronicle of Graves, by Ghano The departure from Eastfair was accompanied only by the sound of songbirds beyond the timber walls of the town early on the morning of the 15th day of the First Autumn Mark. The violent events of the previous day and the killing of at...

The figure stand there, the leader with his arms outstretched. "It's Engolthen Fin, Bausslauchi, the same as all the others around here. He seems amused from the tone," replies Nado. I haven't a clue as to his meaning." As Nado speaks, the five figures fan across the street, their hands...

They halt in their tracks, hands going instinctively to their blades. One of them, a slightly taller man at least seven feet high, with red leggings, has a smile on his grey-hued face. The street goes quiet but for the lurching and rolling sounds of the three wagons. The wagons roll by the...

You move past the wagons, the guards on one side not giving you more than a passing glance. The rain the night before has left the dirt a morass of mud and its slow going until you reach the Mourner's Lane. Sure enough, the merchant hall's door opens and the five bully-boys emerge, glancing...

You move towards the narrow, wooden door. It is unmistakable that the five warriors have an interest in you as you walk past, and they make no effort to hide it. They sneer in your direction and you see one gripping a dagger that lies pinned in the table. The taproom has become decidedly...

"Shimrack’s teeth! Damn thee Fintain, stop sneakin’ about!" mutters Nado. "’Tis best if we return to Khuritsa’s then. The day grows late and on the morrow we shall leave this nest of westerners.” Nado rises gracefully, tossing a silver ship on the table.

"Aye, I think Eastfair has enjoyed our presence long enough," muses Nado. "Bragon, y'are thus set on continuing our search? My sword will of course follow ye, through grief or blood, as it has these many seasons." Nado sets his long, sinewy fingers out on the table, palms up and moves them...

(Post-3rd game session, after the defeat of Visel and Leet at the marketplace in Eastfair) A mark has passed since the brawl in the marketplace and three since your return to Eastfair and the conclusion of your agreement with the Lady Preda. The matter of the brawl was of course brought before...

-Taken from the council record as written by Fenes, 2nd Veerat to the court of Rodvolo, King of Eastfair on the 8th year of his lordship, 8th day, First Autumn Mark. Khuritsa and his hired mercanters were brought before his Highness and the Council of Merchants next. The issue of Lord Visel's...

-An excerpt from The Follies of Kings The marshes of Narlann roil and bubble with terrible memories, memories that hearken back through countless centuries, even to a time before the Great Dispersal. The history of the Hollow Lands is replete with dire stories spawned from its reaches...

"Aye, Chaufan's passing must wait,". says Nado as he approaches the gate."An ill-feeling befalls me with this, perhaps worse than the bridge..." The gate before which Nado stands is perhaps seven feet tall and 4 feet wide, constructed of clean-picked bones lashed together with leather strips...