

Who are you?Fareng stood up for his chair, clearly shocked to see what he just had, he addressed the man in the doorway sternly “What is the meaning of this Tuloch?”Who are you?
“Sir…Harg is dead.” Tuloch replied, still gasping “We found him at the entrance, someone cut off his hand and left him for dead.” Tuloch’s attention shifted from Fareng to the traveller sat with his back to him. “You…and who might you be? Do you know anything about this?” The traveller rose from his seat and turned to look at Tuloch. He had a shaven head and wore a mauve cloak and a cut off robe that covered only one shoulder. He also had a sizable axe on his belt and looked at


FarengAn hour passed and at long last the door through which the head of the guild was hidden opened. Out of it strolled an tall, imposing figure, he had thick brown hair tied back into a loose ponytail. He was wearing leather slacks and large boots. His torso was visible as he was wearing only an open hide jacket. A medallion was held in the centre of his chest by chains fastened to his belt and over his shoulders, presumably the design on it was the insignia of the guild. As he moved the traveller caught a glimpse of two blades fastened to his belt underneath his jacket although he couldn’t make out exactly what they were. The man scanned aroundFareng


The MagpieThe walls either side of the entrance to the alley were splattered with blood and had bodies of what seemed like soldiers slumped against them. However when the traveller glanced into the alley he saw no evidence that the carnage had extended down there, which seemed a little odd. However that was not of his concern. With more caution than before, he began to walk into the passage. Small terraced houses lined either side of the street, walls grey and covered by patches of ivy in places. Every door was shut and all windows had their curtains drawn behind them, the sounds that had filled the square slowly began to ebb away as he progresseThe Magpie


Arrival in LamaithDeep in the nation of Pandema lay the city of Lamaith. A normally beautiful place filled with lush vegetation and fine-looking fountains, heralded as one of the country’s greatest cities for it’s sheer aesthetic delight. However, this was no-longer so. Numerous buildings were crumbling at their foundations, small sets of flames blazed in every visible corner, the famous fountains sprayed water randomly around and all of the vegetation was charred black. A terrible force had ravaged the city and rocked it to it’s very core, the dead and dying littered the ground, having sacrificed themselves in vain trying to halt the destruction, some still cArrival in Lamaith
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