The Easting Reach

Isalin is level 8, if I recall. But, generally mages have not been a very popular and successful class as compared to more melee oriented characters.

I didn’t know how to start this, so I decided to just write. I’ve never done this before, though enough people do that it might help spread my thoughts out between my head and the paper. Thankfully, Gwen left behind a fairly large amount of nice paper and everything else I could need. I’m close. Fi...

Among the curious visitors to the home of the priestess was an elf. He was dark of hair and well dressed, and cut a rare figure in this stone city of humans. His visit was a brief one, having taken little more than a long look at the contented and still form..and leaving only one thing on his way ou...

A friend has been trying to connect and is getting this error message. Has this been seen before, and if so, is there a fix for it? All the haks are downloaded recently.

Making some distance, but will be around for specific people as needed.

I think the "where possible" part of it is important. Not only are the roads busier than normal with refugees back and forth, but there is clearly less guard and warsword activity. From Sarshel alone just under 6,000 people are now spread out and either reduced to refugee status or banditry, not cou...

I'm fairly sure that was Lucien Castell, one of mine. I'm glad such a little thing is still remembered!

//OOC: This thread is for player reactions and responses to the brief event OS hosted involving a certain bear-like creature! Apologies for the delay in getting it up; I intend to keep it separate from my other thread regarding the area. The days following the encounter in the forest, Elhokar would ...

Since the incident of the missing Warsword, and that of the disturbed livestock, the druid Elhokar would more readily frequent the Filur community. His nature was, at its core, a social one. He had not always been a druid, had not been born to the beasts he spent time among. Perhaps, before he took ...

She danced, and her blade danced with her. Her feet and arms had found a pure rhythm atop the smooth and verdant grass, her whole body one with the elegant elven blade she held. This felt right to her. She saw the pattern of how any blade, any spear, any whistling arrow could come at her..and knew s...