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Alliria - The Shallows Itch "No, I'm not saying your soul isn't worth as much." The Devil explained to her latest patron. Sitting on what a small box within the dark and dingy alleyway, her fingers rapping against the makeshift tabletop she had put together. "But you see, all of you mortals...

The Biting Pony It wasn't a name that she would have chosen, but the sign was at least funny. One of those strange four-legged beasts the mortals enjoyed hopping onto so much chomping it's mouth onto the bottom of a particularly buxom elven woman. At least Mathalla guessed that she was supposed...

A Crossroad "Graveyard dirt, the bone of a black cat, and a drop of your blood buried in the center of a crossroad." The box was placed within the ground, a small latch keeping it closed. The cool night of the new moon saw only stars above and a brisk cold which seemed to cling even beneath...

Ierin, North of Belgrath Theme Arnor's venture to the tundra was short-lived. After all, he was a nomad and a mercenary by trade. That and what he wanted- he couldn't really have. At least, not to himself. His people's ways be damned. He put aside such thoughts for the task at hand- namely...