The cold, early-autumn air nipped at Percival’s face as his horse whipped across the muddy plains, two retainers trotting quickly behind him. Riding had become a commonplace hobby among the former-king, who had begun to use it as almost a way to cleanse his head of his frequent troubles. His...
The Tower of Lady Adelaide, Vieux-Provence, Hinterlandia, September 13th, 226 AC.
The bells tolled in the center of Vieux-Provence, summoning the citizens of the Raven Capital to worship on the murky late-September morning. To the west of the Hinterlandish chapel, Castle Machellon rested with...
Apologies for the brevity of this. We didn't want to do a wedding event and I wanted to get the point across this happened, rather than making a drawn out detail-fest like my usual writing.
The carriages rolled along the cobbled Hinterlandish road, from Chärlz House towards Castle...
A Nest of Ravens
Heavy the wind blew west, sending gales of sharpest icy touch down Hinderlandish valleys, like the stampeding of a thousand ironclad hooves. Farmers held their children close to them, ushering them to take shelter within stonewalled huts and cottages. Priests tapped their...
Picture of Lake du Lyon, nestled on the Brissiaud-Dragenthal border.
I've released this revitalized lore in piecemeal rather than completely finished, because it's still better uncompleted than the old lore was with its inaccuracy and whatnot. This will be expanded and added onto until it's...
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