The War of Nations
In later times historians would call 5103 a dark year; a time fraught
with chaos and strife. It began simply enough, with the arrival
of a blue-tailed comet. For the Trolls, the comet was an augury
that called forth half-remembered prophecies and legends. The Krolvin
hailed the celestial event as a harbinger of victories to come.
The Elves looked upon it with little more than mild intellectual
curiosity. To the Empress of the Turamzzyrian Empire, beginning
her tenth year on the throne, the comet was a sign of the blessing
of the gods. But to her vassal, the Baron Hochstib... it meant war.
The Griffin Sword
At first, the incursions of the Dark Alliance were but mild... whispers
of a darkness behind the storms that brewed nightly for weeks. They
whispered of shadows rising, gathering and lying in wait for a sign
that would come. It was then, that a voice spoke from the blackened
Fire in Ice: The Tale of
When the story of the Council of Ten was first told by the merchant
Uxbri, all of us who had made the little halfling town of IceMule
Trace our home were fascinated. We knew so little of the founders
of the town. Of the "plain facts" of the Dabbingses setting
out from the Landing to start the town, of course, more than a bit
was known. Yet of the rest, next to nothing of the old history.
All this was truly magical. It seemed Paradis halflings were not
as "easygoing" and "simple" as many liked to
believe. And that there was in them, first and foremost, a strong
sense of personal independence even "godly" messengers
could not subvert.
The Advent of the
Priests of Liabo throughout the continent report that they have
sensed strange energies building, a dangerous force that they feel
is both ancient and terrible. They caution adventurers to be wary,
as this energy could manifest itself in deadly ways in the future.
Sages and priests alike are investigating the matter to stop it
before it becomes hazardous to the people of Elanthia...
Terror on Teras
Fiery tings still comin, keep getting bigger and stayin longer.
Derez this one big guy in robes dat comin with the fiery things,
looks like hes the leader. I sure ain't get near that ting, he's
spoutin off sayin the island is gonna burn and everytin. Over my
durn bloody alehouse, ya git. Well, dats what I was GUNNA say to
him but he looked kinda busy, killin the foreigners and all...