Shattered Lands

Isolde sat at the clerk’s table with the quarterly ledgers spread in front of her and a list of empty buildings along the lower harbor that might serve as an alms house. The room was warm from the afternoon sun coming through the single window, although not as warm as Valemonde would be this time […]

Rain had come in off the bay at midday and stayed, a reminder of why she never accompanied her father to the bay in the summer. While not as bad as the southeast, which shared some of the dry and hot climate of Thay, Rendallia and almost every location on the bay saw heavy showers […]

“Sail! Fine off the leeward bow, low and heavy!” Captain Dhauron Skeranul came to the windward rail of his quarterdeck… [See More on Patreon]

It had already been a long morning, with Remember Day services beginning at dawn and going for hours, listening to the Elders go on and on about the duty to all men to learn from the mistakes of the ancients and the danger that can… [See More on Patreon]

After a month of traveling, strategy sessions, and meetings, it was bliss to just sit with Isolde in their rooms and leave the politics and diplomacy outside their door, something to worry… [See More on Patreon]

Tomas had just finished fitting a corroded bronze seal back into its leather wrapping when a novice came hurrying around the… [See More on Patreon]