Etzos, ‘The City of Stones’ is a fortress against the encroachment of Immortal domination of Idalos. Founded on the backs of mortals driven to seek their own destiny independent of the Immortals, the city has carved itself out of the very rock of the land. Scourged by terrible wars of extermination, they've begun to grow again, and with an eye toward expansion, optimism is on the rise.
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“Where is it…” muttered Llyr while he searched through his study. He could have sworn he’d left the bound papers right on the third top shelf. Yet the only vellum, that he could find there, was blank. “Oceta?! Oceta, coul-” He called, then remembered the slave...
17 Cylus 720 | Ulric | Commercial Circle: Inn
Arthur and Ulric stood divided by ideology and a table in an Inn that had a lot less business since the war. There were so many dead in the city these trials that no one was surprised by Ulric's appearance. Ulric had begun manifesting himself regularly...
The name had been on the forefront of his mind recently. Whenever there was nothing distracting him, if he wasn’t focused on something else, his thoughts returned to the memory gleaned from the Recluse’s mind. A brief flash of an image, lasting only a moment before...
Oberan sat down on the cold and slightly damp forest floor between the roots of a large tree. The earth was still soft, despite the decline in temperature now the cold cycle had rolled around. There hadn’t been any frost yet, and the underground hadn’t had a chance to freeze...
Underground in the belly of the earth, beneath a simple carpenter’s shop, a system of tunnels connected hidden rooms. Some had people in them, others didn’t. One in particular held three. The first was an old man, hunched and crooked, clad in robes. Lantern...
It’d been twenty trials since Llyr had spoken to Oberan . The mage hadn’t heard from the man, not in the slightest. Still, Llyr arrived at the spire early in the morning and she would stay there as long as necessary. Llyr appreciated the quiet of the high-up solitary...
Commercial Circle
Early Evening, 48 Vhalar, Arc 719
It was a special trial. Llyr had hardly been able to sleep, though he was running weak for once. Some of his recent stresses had started to catch up to him, and he wasn't feeling as good as usual. Or maybe he was just nervous about the...
Staggering a little, Oberan found his way back to the entrance of the darkened tunnel. The initial high of the struggle and revenge having worn off, the wound in his side made itself known once more. As if the knife was still in there and being twisted, sharp...
The Mortalborn was considering a plan. He’d overheard a conversation that seemed to suggest he might not be needing to actually pay off his supposed debt. Really, that Solomon fellow had a lot of guts to come up with something this ridiculous. Oberan was...
/gallery/image.php?album_id=374&image_id=14034 81st of Ymiden, Arc 718
The day had started off simple enough, Adruria was going to meet Ryder at a tavern for a drink. Simple and easy, right? Wrong. It turned out in the time it had taken for the Naer to make her way to the tavern Ryder had made...
Two people entered the office. Both were clad in the robes of the Webspinners, but that’s where their similarities ended. The first was a man who’d once been tall. Now his back was crooked, causing him to hunch. Paired with a balding head where grey hairs grew...
Since meeting with Kasoria, Oberan had been busy. Not in the sense that there was a whole lot of official work to take care of. On the contrary, there was as little of that as per usual. Instead, the Mortalborn’d been focusing his attention on Sintra’s continuing...
As tended to be the case with these kinds of buildings, the safehouse before him did not look like much. Just a normal house in a row of many. Not particularly tall, not particularly wide. Simple and functional, like most were in the Outer Perimeter –or Oh’Pee, as the native...
Feet scraping over many grains of sand. Blows impacting flesh, striking muscle or bone. Steel clashing with steel. Murmur of conversation, heavy panting, battle cries and yelps of pain. A hasty admittance of defeat. Laughter and cheers, coin jiggling as...
The Tower of Ministers stood proud and tall in the citadel. A building designed to look elegant and sleek, a stark contrast to the Hall of Reprimand. Oberan stood in front of its gates, the guards at either side not paying him any mind....
719 Arc, 30 Trial of Zi'da
Location: Crescent Arena
It has been seven trials since Lathan entered the fortress city. Etzos certainly did not disappoint. The number of defenses in each ring was impressive that would suggest that this fortress is impenetrable. At least, if the enemy wants to burn...
“There are a few rooms, about… eight or so if I remember right,” he informed Sybil as they approached the brand in Etzos. The trip through the Veil hadn’t taken long but he’d slowed them down once they got closer, so he could speak to the...
Woe knelt by the grave of his adopted daughter, Werthom. Around a depressed area before a hillock, topped by a large oak and littered with many small flowers such as forget-me-nots, she was buried. There was no proper stone or marker yet to memorialize her, but he was glad for...
Woe had been spending time at the Crescent Arena, looking at the various trades on offer. There were all manner of weapons to purchase, various materials on offer. Woe wanted something that would get him started, yet prove durable enough for the abuse of a novice user. Nothing...
It'd been five trials since Llyr had taken a beating at the Mark Training Ward. The swelling in his cheek and eye had gone down, only a spattered golden bruising remained on his skin. He had more bruises, hidden beneath the leather armor he'd just gotten fitted at a...
Llyr Llywelyn, better known as Mister L by those in the Commercial Circle of Etzos, sat by his lonesome. He sat at the same booth, in the same place, with the same cup of tea in front of him as he always did whenever he waited in this establishment. Though the servers...
Commercial Circle
13th of Vhalar, Arc 719
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The lounge of Curious Constellations smelt of tobacco smoke and old wood. Crate boxes piled high littered the place. Sawdust dusted the stripped floor where a carpet had once been. Splintered wood over a layer of sturdy sandstone made it...
Doors to the third conference room opened, the meeting concluded. Several members of the Ministry of Advisors spilled out, wearing dashing suits or robes. Mostly those of the older generation preferred the now-considered old-timey and out-of-fashion robes that had once been...
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