NW D 5

The troop were watching the bandit camp from a far shrowded by darkness and the trees of the forest, Meredith was perched in a tree over looking the bandit encampment there were ten large tents each one probably housing between ten and twenty ruffians, there was a large fire in the centre of the camp and a collection of weapons being tended by a blacksmith of to one side where they appeared to have constructed…

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NW D4

In the morning Flacidious had headed to the guards headquaters he stood waiting in a room where men played cards on an table eyeing him with suspicion every now and again and talking about things of little consequence. A boy came through a door and headed over to Flacidious.“The captain’s ready to receive you now.” The boy seemed rather well presented he had was wearing an official looking uniform with the town lords coat of…

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NW D3

The ten dark figures on horse back approached a large town it was surrounded by a large wooden pallisade and a dozen towers lined the walls there was a river running along side reflecting the light of the moon and gurgeling away. A dozen guards stood at a large gate and stopped the suspicious looking group “Papers” A guard asked, all the guards immediately around the group were armed with long spears and had swords…

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NW D2

The last few hours in the city were a mix of preparation and contemplation, the group checked information sources, ensured that their personal kits were ready for the journey and that they had the essentials in case there were any issues with the provided provisions. They then slipped quietly out of the city and congregated at the storage collection point. The meeting point was a couple of miles outside of the city along the Kings…

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NW Day 1

“What did he have to say?” Flacidious asked as the commander walked towards him.“There have been disturbing reports on the westen frontier, the guard posts of the Vicini have been abandoned and there has been no sign of merchants or wondering sages for some time.” The commander dressed in dull brown and grey formal attire stopped a moment as Flacidious stood up. The two of them set off together for the doors at the end…

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Need

Primela Le Sciellou was raised to believe in passion and fury she was born into a free family that owned their own patch of land and had their own animals and could sell their crops at any market they liked! Her life was rather common for the Umo, children of Umos God of Fire who were said to have been forged from lava before the first age. She spent it running around and learning how…

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Sea of Green

Meredith had spent the warm months crossing the Relentless Mountains and now found herself in a landscape she had never experienced, she had seen the carpet of green on occasion as she traipsed through the mountain passes but that had not prepared her. Trees of green and brown covered in bark! The ground was soft and on occasion spongy, there were shrubs and bushes and flowers and mosses and fungus and insects! So many things…

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Meredith

Meredith was raised in a small village in the Cursed Wastes a frozen desert south of the Relentless Mountains, it was a wind swept frozen land where little could survive above the surface so the Iri peoples built their villages and other settlements underground, dug into permafrost and maintained by magics and sheer determination. The Iri were believed to have been crafted from star steel by the Goddess Irisi in the age of gods, she…

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Shadows

A dense fog hung over the abandoned town the howls of wild dogs and the hoots of night birds penetrated the otherwise silent night the party of five skulked in the trees watching for signs of life. “I guess whatever happened here we missed it.” A young women long sharp claw like fingers and jet black eyes whispered. “Again.” A stout looking man with a poorly kept beard said in disgust. “We’ll have to go…

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Not a Chance

“Word is that there’s a problem with the latest batch?” “No problem, it’s just a bit stronger then expected.” “And that’s not a problem? Any long term effects?” “Not that I’ve heard, who knows, doesn’t matter as long as we get the cash?” “Repeat custom is good and not being noticed is better.” “True.” “I’ve heard it’s a bit worse then just a bit strong, reports of ego death I heard.” “Nah, no chance.” “No…

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