We are guessing that this is going to cut down on Zephyr's early morning Pantheon texting in May.

Varmor and Marzon stood atop the Great East Tower, gazing out upon the sea. The sea was disturbed that day, with white caps as far as the eyes could see. Yet amongst that turbulence could be seen a great flotilla, the ships of the fishermen of Ermnyth, plying their trade. Motioning to the small ship...

“So it is decided”, said Varmor to the group seated around the table. “Zamos, you are to prepare the way.” Zamos nodded slightly. “Arthanis, you and your mages will be busy this season. Keep me updated as to your progress on your assignments.” “It shall be done”, was the response. “Good. Now lets ge...

Undauthar sat upon the pavilion erected by his soldiers and gazed upon the scene. The sea in the near distance, the light of the setting sun showing in sharp relief against the darkening eastern sky the masts of the proud dromonds which conveyed the army. In the other direction, the city lay, it’s ...

Ah, sat on a bench then.

Congratulations on the young splinter. Is it under your fingernail?

I may just have to hit the snooze button.

O.K. Time to wake up, everybody!

The cryptic hints have begun.

Doartz adjusted the collar of his ceremonial uniform of the guard. It was uncomfortable in the blazing heat of the desert, but Tival, the ambassador of the Daiymo, had told him that they were now close enough to The Stile that they should don their dress gear. So this morning Doartz, the commander o...

“Assistant, are you writing a novel about me?” “Exarch?”, said Pilat. “An interesting tale you weave”, the Exarch mused. The Exarch looked at the writing of his assistant: Nijal waited in the chamber that he used for his research with other members of the guild. Hidden in plain sight from the locals...

As for the crusaders, god of War, they apparently are not cognizant of the history of amity between you and I. They will be taught that history.

Calais wrote:As far as the earth-shaping goes, it is my domain to do with as I please.

Nonetheless, that was a reckless action, earth goddess. Could you not see the existing cities on Halym? You would not be so cavalier if a similar action had been done to one of your cities.

The Bride and the Well: On a night with no moon, a priest, on his way to somewhere else, came into a village. It was late, all the windows were shaded, and no one stirred. Not wanting to bother anyone, he carefully unrolled his sleeping mat on a comfortable plot of grass by the village well, pulled...

“An interesting last few months, Daimyo”, said Marzon. “Yes, it was. Things went well, everything considered.” Varmor replied as he cast the line into stream. Marzon, hand of the Daiymo, and Varmor, Daiymo of Ermnyth and of the people of Unzen, Living and Undead; were fishing along a stream outside ...

A great horn sounded from the temple in Ermnyth. An internal voice came to the people of Ermnyth telling them to come to the square in front of the temple. A great throng soon appeared, murmuring in confusion and anticipation. Appearing upon the steps was Varmor. In a great voice Varmor said, “Behol...

It was a good turn.

I am not going to spoiler tag the entry, as I don't think it's that strong but - the entry does have infanticide as a central event. You're not giving the Propaganda Ministry much to work with. They'll have to invent some juicier details about your followers! :P Seriously though, it's good to give ...

An excerpt from The Recollections of Marzon, Hand of Varmor to Timuz : Marzon looked out on the square where a large group had gathered. He recognized the banners of other Orc clans, the gold dagger on a blue field of the Scrazt, the yellow sword on a red field for the Magror, the silver eye on gree...

“The Hand of the Daimyo will see you now.” With that, Turniz was ushered into the Chamber of the Return, the working quarters of the Way to the Bridge, the temple of the god Unzen. Seated at a table scanning documents was Marzon, the Hand of the Daimyo of Unzen. Seeing Turniz enter, Marzon quickly a...

Nor Yekith wrote:Nor Yekith has returned to Eiran!"

Your fame precedes you.