Posted November 3, 2018
The slaves’ bunkhouse was dark and freezing, all the slaves were lying on the ground on the damp straw, and the constant rattling of their chains kept Grulmar awake. He could feel the familiar weight on his wrists and ankles too, the chains and shackles cold against his skin, only remindin...
Posted October 22, 2018
The Théâtre Provincial was a Breton theatre, erected after the style of Second Era Breton architecture, and it only showed Breton plays. Odd choices considering it had been built in Anvil. It had gone out of business in six months. Among his many failings, the playwright be...
Posted October 21, 2018
Collaboration by Harrow and Karver the Lorc Look into the patterns. Look into the infinity. Look into the forces at conflict. Read them, tease them out. Emphasize them, eradicate them. Tear down the veil from your eyes. Cast off your shackles. Step through. Now look into the sha...
Merotim Blades - Silk and Cashmere, Part 3
Posted October 14, 2018
12th of Hearthfire, 4E 209 The Elven Gardens District. Such a nice name for a district, yes? It has always been where most of the Elven citizens of the Empire took residency, and it is just that now it has become much more prominent since the Dominion established a presence in the Imper...
Merotim Blades - Silk and Cashmere, Part 2
Posted October 11, 2018
12th of Hearthfire, 4E 209 Well, it might be better if this one just skips ahead a bit, he is not entirely proud of how this one let the guards beat him for being at the wrong place in the wrong time. Or maybe at the right place in the wrong time? It does not matter, no...