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25th of Vhalar, 722
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If Sam's sensibilities were offended by the sight of the Slave Pens, the stench of the place threatened to empty the sparse contents of his clenching gut. He had thought hte smell of burning flesh, which he still at times...

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53rd of Ashan, 723

Chains, Sam found, did not agree with him.

Chafing, corroded metal tore at his skin with every tremor or chill that tore through his body. They hung heavy around his wrists and ankles; lashing him to the dark, cold stone and dragging his whole...

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25th of Vhalar, 722
Sam was not a morning person. He was nowhere in the realm of a morning person. If he had his way, the trial would not start until his eyes first opened of their own accord, the rest of Idalos on pause until such a moment.

Yet, here the priest was,...

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17th of Vhalar, 722

In the trials since Sam had plead his case to the House of the High King, life in the Slums had not improved. He had hoped that, despite the House's official rejection of aid, some worshippers would have heard his public plea and been moved to...

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12th of Vhalar, 722

It was blasphemy to do so, but Sam couldn't help but steel himself before walking through the ornate, stonewrought hall that marked the entrance of the House of the High King. The heat of hallway was stifling, intentionally oppressive so that no...

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Sam awoke awash in flame.

His eyes shot open in a panic, quick to stare down at the small waves of heat which had began to lick his skin and burn through his sheets. Acrid smoke kissed his senses, flooding his lungs and sending stinging tears...

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35th of Saun, 721
Sam had been in the Slums when the world ended.

It started out as taste in the back of his throat. Like soot, dry and bitter, it sucked the moisture out of his mouth until his tongue was sandpaper. Then, it hit him like a heart-attack, his chest...

66 Ashan 712

After an entire season to get the new recruits familiarized with their new roles and responsibilities, it was the moment they have been waiting for. To actually get some practical experience in and show their worth. Before that could happen, they were first told to choose a weapon....

96 Ashan 706 BOOM!

The loud sound of the explosion echoed throughout the Geey household for one of the longest thrills anyone else would have heard. The first person on the scene other than the rascally culprit responsible for the incident, Nauta, was his favourite Uncle Nack. Despite his obvious...

Development Thread
Welcome to the Sirothelle Development Thread!
All PCs interact with their environments, thus all players are invested in the cities they RP in. Why, then, should we as staff be so selfish as to stop you from helping us to build this beautiful world that a part of us all lives...

/gallery/image.php?album_id=2&image_id=3658 Saun 22nd, 704
Sirothelle

To get to the sweetest part of life, you had to go through the hardest. That was a lesson that a thirteen year old Avrae Kyric was already learning. The arc was 704- the arc that his beloved mentor, Kabkadu, died. But there was...

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Straddling the gate to the Heart of the World, all of Sirothelle knows and fears the monolith's face.

After Faldrun created the Aukari, it is said that his first command was the erection of this edifice in his image. Overlooking...

53 Ymiden 705

If you think this is bad you should look at the other guy.

That of course was the answer Nauta gave his mother when she questioned him about the new injuries he came home with. Minor as they are with his mother easily being able to treat him using the usual things found around...

Ashen Alleys

Deep in the slums of Sirothelle lays a series of narrow streets called the Ashen Alleys.

What was once a part of the slums was figuratively stripped away from the city after several problems with the design and construction of this disastrous project. Initially being one of the...

1st Trial of Ymiden, 716
Aualar was woken from his sleep by a hand clamped over his mouth and nose. His eyes flew open, his heart pounding in his chest as he flailed.

Stop it! A familiar voice whispered at him, and he froze. His eyes strained in the darkness, and he could just make out the...