Jake Bhattacharyya

“When gold scales return,And rule the palace of glass,Peace will reign, once more.” — The Prophecy of the Golden Dragonborn Lord Markex, without saying a word, descended the steps before his throne, his corded muscles rippling with every movement, armour glinting, reflecting the sunbeams that shimmered through the glass walls of the palace. Glass that

“Well then, to those no longer with us. To Pimm. To Waylon, to Jenna.” “To Nala.” “Aye. To Nala.” — Overheard in Mistport harbour, circa 400 4E The door opened swiftly, rousing Feral and the crew from their slumber. The Suros guards filed in, began unlocking the cells and manhandling the prisoners to their feet,

“The Siege of Orminth was a real turning point for our effort. I think up until that point, nobody really believed we stood a chance, not even in our own troop. Perhaps not even the commander. But seeing that flag hoisted for all to see, we realised there would be no turning back.” — “The

“Hubris. Arrogance. These have brought low countless strategists, and they will bring low countless more. One must keep careful watch of both, if one wishes not to join them. Trust not an easy victory or a weak foe. Consider others your superior in everything, or risk becoming another monument to the strength of these forces.”

“Come to think of it, family was a…sore subject for most of them.” — Excerpt from “Rinn’s Heroes” “And no sign of her?” “Not in her cell, no,” said Kalanmyr, looking up at his aunt from his seat behind the large desk. Anvara frowned. “And the sunlighter that arrived after her?” “Gone too,” said Kalanmyr.

“Unit Designation: ‘Ward’“Classification: Original classification Gladiator (MKIV-A). Current classification Dreadnought (Unknown Model)“Years of Service: 396“Employment History: 26th Aetherforged Battalion, Great War; Man-at-Arms, Meriden Constabulary; Guard Captain, Village of Kilmoor“Current Occupation: Personal Bodyguard, Muir Kelly” — Aetherforged Registry, Accessed 397 4E Heavy metal footsteps could be heard over the din of the Legion’s encampment, and Gek

“Paranoia is an insidious disease. It spreads slowly, a thin layer of oil over everything until nothing and no one has escaped the tar. “It is easy as a leader to see threats where there are none – flickering shadows on the wall, a misplaced smile or frown. One must remain vigilant, both of those