Somewhere in Luskan, the City of Sails, an elderly Arcane Brotherhood mage screamed. Soulbound with a part of his former slave's soul essence, feeding upon it all too often for the sake of fueling his experiments, Santhros felt for the first time in his long, rich life pain. It was almost exquisite ...
Auril and Talos; Talos and Auril. The twin blight of harvests and roads alike, burdening Impiltur's landscape with their Winter fury. Yet few things shall temper a Dwarf's stubbornness. Especially one reaching out to a kindred spirit. Sent with the next contingent of patrolling Warswords heading tow...
Great credit to Kilaana for the beautiful, personalised work put into some familiar server areas for the player event of last night. Everything was gorgeous. The event could not have been so excellent without that touch of excellence! Seconded. The marriage arch petal placement and the little ice f...
Greetings of Stone, Odren, son of Odyn this very Nightal 31. I am pleased to read that your mighty weapon has already been put to good use, slashing and cleaving the flesh of our enemies. More so since these happen to be goblyns. Do not fall prey to their seeming weakness, though: many a good and y...
Retrieving the official letter from the Customs Office in Sarshel, the old Dwarf heads to his acquaintance, the Alchemist-wizard Leos Kromar where good quality vellum, a fresh scribing feather and the blackest, thickest of inks is bought. His steps lead him afterwards to the newly opened Sailor's St...