blightlands

Mission: Flame Keeper Priority: Medium Rank: Squire Operatives: Tandems of sworn and accompanying squires. Objectives: Investigate the ancient ruins believed to be a Temple of Flame. Briefing: Sources claim there is a bygone ruin far and to the north of the Spine. At the edge of the...

Walking on a dirt road and coming across a towns guard who stood ready just in case any attacks were coming towards the town. Yangcong had stopped and looked at the guard as both his hands were behind his robe. 'What town is this?" The guard looked at him up and down, sighing to himself as he...

Cold was the ocean's spray. Good. For it balanced well the fire of resolve that burned in her chest. Beyond the dragon's head bow of the Norden longship, Kristen Pirian could see the baleful northern shore of the Blightlands rising up out of the dark sea, this like the colossal spine of some...

The sun had just risen when Shai'Rel and her companion left their warm forest homes for the harsh, frigid badlands to the north. The path was well travelled by her kin, though traces of their passing are rarely noticed by the despoilers that called this land their home. Those that followed the...

In the air, smoke. Thick and overpowering. A black blanket upon the sky, blocking out all but the strongest rays of the sun. Beneath this dark carpet, upon a rocky, barren hellscape, scraggly, leafless trees struggled for survival among the crags. Around them burn eternal fires. Great pits of...

*Sarah is a Human, just haven't yet found an adequate picture for her yet. The current picture does a good job of showing the extent of her injuries.* Two Leagues East of the Blighted Plateau The sheer cliffs of the plateau loomed far in the distance. Trails of orcs, just black dots against...

Loth Moreh When people thought of the Blight, they thought of ashen plains, murderous orcs, and barren wastelands populated by nothing but nomadic tribes and a people whose will had been broken. This city was not such a place. They, like most everyone in the Blight, had bent the knee to...

His name was Sardrun Steelborn, and he was the sole survivor of the massacre at the Ungbarroud slave camp. He was but a dwarven boy of eleven years. And a detachment of the Arragoth Marines, assisted by adventurer auxiliaries, had come to bring him home. * * * * * Herr Heike Eisen was one...

Northern Blightlands It was unsurprisingly hot within the blasted lands of the Blight, sweat beading on Kol's brow as he took another step through the broken and craggy canyon. Two dozen warriors still followed behind him, most of them with stern expressions. Some of their number had already...

Blight Orcs. Industrious creatures, with a certain rage and acidity that made them wonderful soldiers. However, there were some jobs that they just couldn't be trusted with. The slaying of a behemoth for one. Scouts reported the beast had come from the Ixchell Wilds, had trampled one of...

They called her the Lost One’s little pet. Man-things were breakable. Ragdoll, they called her. That might’ve been also because her clothes had been patched and darned in places, with love and care. Not that she looked any shabbier than Naghi’s (the Lost One’s) soldiers themselves, mind you...

“If ya want some ‘lone-time, Ragdoll, just go for a leak behind them bushes and take your sweet time like ‘nyone else, if ya catch my drift.” A lone snicker irrupted at the back the group. The speaker, a tall orc whose white-painted braids hit their cheeks as they walked, seemed unperturbed. The...

Mikaela Ryurik Once Fynaurie had discovered a Skystream and finally made her way back to Kearth she had excitedly rushed to the walls of the old training halls. Many years ago the Avelion had lost most of the towers that ran the length of the spine. Only three eyrie remained in use. The...

'I need to get away from this place!' Easier said than done, he thought, cutting down another slaver with a well-timed riposte with a dagger he'd nabbed from the Inn that now lay burning at his back. The village, whose name he'd now forgotten, lay in ruins and flames at the sudden arrival of...

Steve waved goodbye as the last pot of stew was carried aboard. He, himself, would join the main fleet in a few days after he had finished some business. As soon as the ships carrying the Eternum set off Steve turned to the still living orcs, and laid out the same options he had to every farm...

Who wants an invasion?! Not the Nordenfiir, but they're getting one. The Eternum marches north along the eastern side of the blightlands in mass numbers, with undead Monstrosities both of this world and not (thanks demons) tearing their way through the land, their sights set upon the distant...

The earth shook lightly as the line of undead marched through the barren land, the sun shining down in contrast with the harsh wind that steadily grew colder and colder with each step. Eilasandree glanced behind her at the procession, past the red hair of her dozing partner, nodding in...

Sapphire wasn't suspecting such a horrible feeling of dread once she'd arrived at the edge of the blightlands. Standing on the north-east coast, the girl looked out to sea, wondering what lay waiting for her in the tundra. Her gut told her to turn around. Seeing the caps of ice off in the...

It was far, far from the blightlands proper, where Drawa split the land into three. And yet, the land was flat and barren just as much...But it was not quite dead as on first look. Bushes, rare flowers and shrubs. Only bushes rare flowers and shrubs, an expansive heath in bloom as far as one...