A Dark Announcement – Alexander Rahl

“Long, long ago, in a world not entirely unlike our own, there was woman named Kishara, and she was a conqueror. She was known as one of the mightiest sorceresses who had ever lived, and she used her power to rain death upon any who would oppose her.” Welcome, Brothers and Sisters, to the New World. For ages, Kishara has had her eye on Sosaria, but has never, to this point, been able to amass an army large enough, strong enough, and dedicated enough to do her will. That time has passed. You should be congratulated for your poise and perfection in executing the first phases of Her plan. The remnants who do not hear Her call were stunned and confused, and remain disorganized and demoralized while we drill, supply, and prepare. We must now add to this resolve....

A hurried message to world leaders…

Esteemed Leaders and Countrymen- Last eve, through several days of subversion and an arcane process not yet understood, a large percentage of the ranks of the Black Rose Society were turned to the will of the dark goddess Kishara. The details of this turning, though significant, are not as immediate as the results. Kishara is a conqueror, and on several occasions has made forays into our world with various and sundry forces, and throughout the ages has been repelled. This time she has a ready-made army, and you don’t raise an army unless you’re planning to do something with it. Strategic analysis and sheer common sense dictate that if they begin a campaign, it will likely begin in Trinsic or Vesper, moving then to Yew or Winterfell lands, then Britain, and...

Grey, Fruitbats, and Trinkets – Kerris

“Victoria lays slain,” Winston said. “Gwen was with her.” Rabbit stopped in his tracks, and I stopped too. “It’s probably garbled, Rabbit,” I said. Things like that happen in battle; Victoria was probably injured but would live. I don’t know if they were engaged or not, but I know they fancied each other. I tried to catch up to the others. I must have turned the wrong way; I was in front of the Rose’s tower. “Better ta be leavin’” said one of them. I shrugged. I didn’t want to be here; it had been a wrong turn. I turned to go… …and someone grabbed me. I struggled; gritting my teeth and preparing to scream. Before I could shout out, I’d squirmed my way loose and fallen to the ground. Sarah was counting now… why? I scowled as I...

Questions and Answers

“It was Tahl-Mearis!” yelled the General at his wall, which continued to regard him with utter disdain and disinterest, electing instead to hold up the ceiling. The man paced about the room, back and forth, to and fro, talking to himself and his wall. He caught himself thanking Aluviel for sending Swiftwind’s objective insight at the particular moment she did, but then realized that Swiftwind would probably cause enough trouble to make him regret it soon enough, and decided against it. “If they could blow up a person…then we’d already be dead,” he continued to the smugly silent wall, “but if the person is barely being held together by the Taint…then it’s not impossible…” “So,” he continued, “let us assume, wall, that Tahl-Mearis...

A Bit Flustered – Kalipso

Kalipso blindly watches as the last of her superiors whisk themselves away, leaving her alone to battle her chaotic thoughts. She glances towards the stairs, and sighs. She inhales deeply, the stale smell of ale still thick in the air reminding her of how foolish she is to think the General’s advances are sincere. She laughs to herself and mutters, “Twas only the ale, and besides I was the only lass in the room, tis the nature of a soldier to act as such.” She slowly rises from her seat and shuffles over to mount up Lita, her eyes still drifting towards the stairs. She fights off pangs of disappointment as she springs onto her horse’s back and heads towards the door. “Men…dwelling on the past, letting it wreak turmoil on their...