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“What do you think?” Saphara looked at the grizzled red dragonborn before her. She fixed him with a stern glare, before moving to leave. “I’ll think about it.” Captain Gaur followed the woman out into Meriden’s busy streets. It was an effort to keep up with the younger soldier as she strode towards the Aetherrail, […]

“You…want them dead?” “As do you, if my sources are to be trusted.” The dragon’s mouth grew wide, some sinister draconic simile of a smile. Sir Ingram’s hand dropped from his greatsword. “What doth thou wish from me?” Morganth straightened her neck, stretching from atop the Calbourne battlements. “I wish information. Where are they? Where

There was a flash of blue light, and in Apocalypse, there stood a wizard. Blight stepped forward, and spoke in a deathly whisper. “You of all should know this Hall passes only Horsemen and their steeds. As neither, you should not forget your place, abjurer.” Animus bowed, his gilded blue robes reflecting the dull green

“Look, I told you. Manor’s shut. The master isn’t taking visitors.” The oselan was dressed curiously, for a butler. Most weren’t clad in leather. “Mm. They really aren’t, are they?” The leader of the men barged in the door and past the halfling, his three black-clad lackeys in tow. “Love what you’ve done with the

“They’ve reached Meriden. They seek the Shield.” “Pah! Our work nears completion, they will be too late.” “Be that as it may, they carry another artifact – the Hand. I have felt its call. Surely it would be valuable to your cause?” “Impossible, it has not been seen for centuries! I know your game, changer

“What news?” Arturim crossed his arms behind his back. “My lord, our scout reports they’re sailing north, towards Estarene.” “Estarene? What business do they have there? Was the Legion on board? Have they detected the ship?” Lord Markex clenched a gauntleted fist while studying the war table. “Yes, my lord. They’ve reported sighting Gaur on

“Master, the Evoker has perished.” “Perished? Impossible.” The Archbishop wheeled round to face the newcomer, fixing him in his gaze. “I’m afraid not my lord, her and her forces within Redcrest were dispatched by the adventurers. With the aid of one of the Eight. The Diviner.” The messenger crossed his arms behind his back. Delivering

“Report.” Lucian rose from the shadows to his feet, and saluted. “My lady, our operatives report that Estrath are reinforcing troops in Northgate. It’s possibly a routine exercise, but they could be anticipating an attack against the city, or using Northgate as a staging area.” He wandered over to the doorway, sealed the room from

“Boss’ll see you now.” Viana nodded and rose to enter the door at the far side of the room. It led into an opulent den, a fire flickering in one corner, casting the well-furnished room in warm light. At the end of the room, a man sat behind a large oaken desk, an empty chair

“Master. The adventurers. They’ve arrived in the city.” “Such reckless action is…unexpected. What is their purpose?” “That is unclear. The Knight, he may be pursuing the Shield. Perhaps he has seen the Fortress-Temple.” “How would they have tracked it here?!” The deep voice in The Bishop’s head let out a snarl of exasperation. “They are