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With the Lifegiver westering now beyond the distant Mouths of Merdolan, the Janek's course has taken you west that day. You've made your way downriver without incident. The width of the river seems to vary but never widens more than 60 feet. You've seen countless sandbars and rocks that could...

Long has been this day, as you've tallied the dead and buried them together outside the village underneath the stone and sod of a barrow. Most of the villagers have taken leave of their Lady with respect, or have simply trickled away into the woodlands, hopeful they can survive by foraging and...

--Being an excerpt from the Chronicle of Graves, by Ghano Days later, the tribulations of Kotso would spiral to their inevitable conclusion. The four companions were roused early in the morning by the sounds of battle and terror. Visel’s men had descended on the village by river boat in the...

--Being an excerpt of the Chronicle of Graves, by Ghano By the fifth day after their arrival in the river-hamlet of Kotso, they had begun to earn the trust of Preda’s men. Judging by what was to follow, this was of course, necessary and expeditious. For on that day a rider came to the...

(OOC: Ulghar you suspect for a second that Boian might to be leaving something out, but quickly shrug it off. It has been a long day.) In the silence that follows, the tall man turns away from you. "Well your Lady I will go and dispense with your commands," he says, bowing to Preda. “Very...

"Ghis? This is one of the killers you each seek?" replies Preda. She appears annoyed by the interruption but her furrowed brows smooth over almost instantly. "A man with one ear you say? " mutters the man, his hand rising to his moustaches. "Boian? You are familiar with this man?"...

"Mission? And what mission was that?" The shorter man asks you, his voice low, but curious. He advances and you take him in more fully. A warrior to be sure, his eyes are dark and piercing. The Lady Preda glances at him and moves to one of thechairs, taking a seat. "Well, sir, that is a...

The wizened figure's cheeks crinkle into a smile, the eyes disappearing further into the dark shadows and wrinkles. "A sharp tongue, have you? That's good and bad. Good for me, probably bad for thee," he turns about and you hear his mumbled "Follow." Kuik leads you to the doors ahead...

Joda gives the three of you a once-over, pointing to your small blades and bows. You see five guards, relatively at ease further in, standing astride the muddy path. Your weapons are placed on a table within a gate-house to the left. An iron brazier sits upon a pedastal by the gate-house's...

Shadows have been drawn far across the land as you depart the merchant's house. The day is increasingly coolish and the wind from the northern plains is cold and steady. There is no sign of Fintain, a feeling at once familiar but also unsettling. You see a small party of riders, spears...

“The Maergyr are no mere hireswords friend. Nasty, implacable and merciless they be. They fear only the Shamad, and the two have deep hatred fer the other. Nonetheless, I be sure the Lada Preda has need of extra swords. My advice to you and yours though is to be quit of this place," With...

"Aye. Orvogan and Visel have been fighting skirmishes for two seasons to see which will receive tribute over the villages that lie 'tween the two. Since, Orvogan's death, it seems that Visel be intent on takin' the lot. Orvo's wife be strong, but no so strong to stand against the Maergyr"...

Nado gracefully takes his mug of ale from the girl. "Well, I am cursed by the gods…or perhaps merely hungry. Good Fash. Might you also have meat and bread in your larder? “Most certainly, traveler,” he says with a ruined smile. He gestures for the girl to bring out servings for each man...

“Hrrrrmmm? What’s that? No. No the best, but no the worst, either. Fair met traveler. By my name, I am Fash, Fash One’Eye,” says the man, standing quickly at your words. His voice is rough but friendly enough. A smile lights up an otherwise ravaged face. Scars mark the left side and the...

(I) Past the doorway is a hallway of rough wooden walls. Three stout doors line the opposite walls and at the end, a stairwell leading to the second story. Further down the hall is the source of the crash. You see a grizzled figure bent to the ground picking up shards of wet pottery. A...

( I ) Nado guffaws loudly at Bragon's jest, following the dark haired man through the door and into a dimly lit chamber. Light pours in through two cloudy glass casements in the northern wall. Opposite stands a trestle table lined with jugs and a cask. Several smaller tables and benches are...

Your entrance into the village proper is accompanied by silent glances from folk going about the rest of their day. Talk is muted, and those few you come near, cease their discussion and move on. Most are of mixed blood, Rivish and Engolthen features predominate. Several children follow you...

"Joda, ask these men to come to the hall at sunset, I would speak with them then," says the woman, her voice broaching no opposition. With that, she turns away again and her gaze returns to the pyre. Her retainer watches you. The moustached guard points back towards the village. "Yonder by...

(OOC: The guards seem genuinely uneasy Ulfghar. You don't doubt for a second, though, that they won't move to stop your progress. ) "This'll be the last time I ask stranger. Yer name and business?" the lead guard says harshly. The others fan out to either side of their leader. Their...

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