Written by EM Malachi  Jan 11th 2017 Artemia spent her days exploring the fields and forests far from the ferry to Skara Brae. The little girl loved wandering through the woods, listening to birdsong and picking berries. The baker would trade her a handful of cookies for any berries she hadn’t eaten on the way back home. On one of her wanderings, Artemia heard what sounded like the anguished cries of a wild horse. Following the sound, she found the animal ensnared in a poacher’s trap. The creature was on his side and covered in dirt and blood from thrashing […]

10/15/2018 To shepherd in the Treasures of Khaldun we have a series of short pieces of fiction to supplement the events in-game.  We present the final installment, Whispers in the Dark By EM Malachi There was the rattling caw of a crow in the distance, and an open window carried an acrid wind from the part of town that had been put to the torch. Even as exhaustion and grief pulled at him, the old sage couldn’t sleep. He could not forget the faces of the murdered innocents he had prepared for burial the next day. He forced his eyes […]

0/8/2018 To shepherd in the Treasures of Khaldun we have a series of short pieces of fiction to supplement the events in-game.  We present the next installment, The Oldest One By EM Malachi When Mordea had yet again recounted the Line of Blood that granted her primacy over Tempestry, the Master Sorcerer Malchir threatened to brand her with his fire magic. Even stranded far from their world of Pagan, the Sorcerers and Tempests were bitter rivals. Both cult leaders wanted to strike again at Britannia, but neither wished to cede authority. Lothian ignored them all. The blind necromancer ran her […]

10/1/2018 To shepherd in the Treasures of Khaldun we have a series of short pieces of fiction to supplement the events in-game.  We present the next installment, Seven Deaths By EM Malachi The bone fingers wrapped around a stone and began scratching the words again onto the crypt walls. The skeleton did not see the blasphemy it was writing. The Sun had never touched the dark tunnels, and the skeleton’s eyes had long ago decayed to dust. It didn’t matter. The story itself was part of the spell that kept it moving, and it would continue to etch the words […]

9/24/2018 To shepherd in the Treasures of Khaldun we have a series of short pieces of fiction to supplement the events in-game.  We present the first installment, The Detective By EM Malachi Chief Inspector K. Jasper considered the stone relic and the blood that covered it. He understood why the town guard of Trinsic had wanted his help. This was the third collector of mystical artifacts who had been killed in the last week. This clearly was not a coincidence. While the fresh blood was obviously from the relic’s final owner, Jasper didn’t know what to make of the strange […]

Posted on August 20, 2015 by Mesanna Written by EM Malachi Laughter and music filled Castle Salle’ Dacil, and the drink flowed freely. The younger knights did not appreciate the situation, and the veterans chose to feign high spirits for the sake of morale. Tomorrow, their ranks would join with the armies of Britannia to strike against Mondain’s monstrous legions. Even if the battle was won, many of their number would die far from home. Keeping the worry from his face, Shamino Salle’ Dacil, the Ranger King, stopped at each table of revelers to share a toast or laugh at […]

Posted on July 17, 2015 by Mesanna Greetings, As we continue our lead up to the Time of Legends release we are excited to present the next instalment of our epic adventure! Check out shard Event Moderator websites and in-game town criers to find out when these events will be held. Without further ado we present: Isamu’s Legacy Written by: EM Malachi Sho Hill burned. Rondorin Castle was gone, devoured by a sinkhole caused by the nascent volcano. Falling ash filled the city streets, and hundreds packed the northern roads to escape the approaching molten flows. Messengers from the various […]

Posted on June 18, 2015 by Mesanna By: EM Malachi There was a ruby for each drop of Wolfgang’s blood. The wealthy and powerful of Akalabeth had always prized rubies. It was custom at a king’s funeral for mourners to place a ruby on the casket. Some in the pile were brilliant lozenge cuts, fit for jewelry and crowns; others were raw and unpolished, directly from the mines. As both a great mage and a benevolent ruler, Wolfgang had been much respected, and even those of humble means wished to pay homage to their king. Most of the bereaved were […]