Jake Bhattacharyya

“Gudbyye Rammmo“Lov Miur”— Tear-stained piece of paper left at the base of a tree, date unknown The girl giggled, sat astride the large ram, bouncing gently as it cantered forward into the treeline, bleating happily. The summer’s afternoon sun beat down, casting Márr’s green lands in warmth and light, beams of golden radiance dappling the

“Molly, “If you’re reading this then something must have happened to us. I don’t know what it was, but if you’ve found this letter then you must be desperate. This belongs to you now. We hoped you’d never need it, and we tried our best to make sure you wouldn’t, but I suppose it wasn’t

To northern lands their foot will tread, To liberate from order red. When Nexus hangeth neath the sky, Sandmaker’s day will then be nigh. — Xera

“I have…complicated feelings about Lidda.” — Scrap of paper recovered from the Shadowguard Keep, 400 4E A gust of wind buffetted the cloth of the tent, and Morgan blinked slowly, coming to. She screwed her eyes, trying to make sense of the past days. Her head ached, and the iron was cold against her wrists.

“Most people will believe anything, no matter how preposterous, provided someone wearing sufficiently grand robes tells them it.” — “The Arcane Politica”, Magus Kal-Rikarn “Security incident?” Corassis nodded. “Yes, a few hours ago. Someone, or a group, rather, broke their way into the Blue Hall. Knocked one of the librarians out and made it as

“Inherited wisdom is that the Vexir are the tricky ones, but they I’ve mastered well enough I feel. It’s those damnable Ulriss and their machinations that trouble me. Always one step ahead, or one step behind, it’s never clear. Those knowing nods, those hidden meanings, it’s impossible to know where one stands with them.” —