divine regent

Standing upon a small makeshift stage, centered within the large Square, overlooking the White Tower, a Sancella priest stood. The High Reverend of Regalia, Médard Ravenstad, gazed over a forming crowd with zealous eyes; dressed in violet silks, draped in furs and finery, the man would begin to...

The spring breeze would make its way briskly through the streets of the Crown City, the shuffle of the crowds overpowering, and the sent of Market foods and summery flora filling the air. From the sidestreets, a number of golden masked men would pin parchments to the notice boards, and chapel...