Chronicles of Rinn End Credits

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.” —

“You know, I bet this whole situation could have been avoided if I’d just not offered to carry the triangle for Muir. It wasn’t like she could carry it! Maybe we wouldn’t have got mixed up in all of this nonsense, just left it with those pyramid-head fellas and been none the wiser. “Oh well.”

“Meeting with the adventurers on the 24th. “Shall see how the situation develops then.” — Excerpt from a dusty diary, dated 22nd Year’s Last, 397 4E, author ‘K V’ “I see.” Kellith was pacing slowly behind her desk. Varrek looked at the others. “It was them, though. The adventurers.” “I already knew that.” “I know,

“…some scholars even hold that magic wanes from our world with each passing year. Preposterous to those with the capacity to summon up flame with a snap of their fingers, of course, but when one points to the relics of eld, unmatched in power by our modern…imitations, one can begin to see the argument.” “On

“Honestly, it’s like they’re incapable of just doing normal activities without being embroiled in some kind of mess.” — Scrap of paper recovered from Meriden harbour, date unknown “It’s blank,” said Roth. Kellith closed her eyes, inhaled slowly. She finished wiping the blade and stood up. “It must have been a setup! The lights!” Kellith

“Even mighty dragons hatch from small eggs.” — Scalar proverb A gentle breeze wafted over Ashek as Arturim alighted silently from the rope behind her. “My lady.” Ashek stood slowly from her seat by the fire, looked the Greenfang master in the eye, nodded. He offered a bundle of letters, and she took them from

“With the ship’s capture, this sorry chapter in Scale’s history can be put behind us. Today is the day this rebellion dies, and with its death throes the Age of Scale shines ever brighter on our horizon.” — Waterlogged page recovered from the Glass Bay, circa 213 5E “Look, fucko, you’ve got the wrong ship!”