Research Notes These notes are contained in the pile of books, and individual books seen here: The power of Theurgy is one granted by the Titan Stratos, this much I have learned from my studies of Pagan magics. What interests me most, however, is the recent events in the City of Minoc. It would seem that whilst digging there a group of miners uncovered what few have seen, but many are calling a most peculiar artifact! I can only guess they miners have located a hidden focus of Theurgy. Alas, without intervention I fear the miners may be trapped long […]

These books are found in the drawer of the small table at the entrance to Mythran’s home Updated History of Pagan Vol I Ages ago, in what is called First Epoch, there was considerably more land upon which humanity could walk. The Zealans, forebears to the Pagans, worshipped three who ruled the emotions. Amoras, beautiful and spirited, was the goddess of love and joy. Her counterpart was angry Odion, ruler of war, hate, and grief. Between them stood Apathas, he who controlled indifference, representing both the balance and absence of his two comrades. According to legend, these three gods and […]

Note: Spoiler alert, this page is almost, though not quite, a walk through. The Town Crier, issue III Today you would be wise to speak to the city herald before purchasing the paper. The news is unsettling, Murder in Moonglow?   As suggested when you open the newspaper, head off to the Marsh Hall, the only tavern in Vesper. There appear to be three people there you could talk to Xanthe The Baroness, Spenser the Merchant and Norris the Guard They don’t seem to be much help, but just as you finish speaking to them a tiny voice whispers in […]

By EM Malachi Over two years ago… From the top of the plateau, an old man looked down at the ruins of his world. A small herd of sickly Torax lizards wandered among the crumbling stones of fallen Morgaelin, watched by a lone shepherd. Though midway through the day, the dim star in the sky gave very little light. Seeing nothing of interest, Mythran muttered to himself and started to limp back to his shack. At the small hut, the mage traced a rune of entry and pushed the worn door inward. Mythran stepped around various mystical traps in the […]

The Town Crier, issue II What does today’s news have to offer? Time to buy a copy and find out. “Huge Treasure map sale!” the headline shouts. Does this call for a visit to Jhelom provisioner?   Pictured above is the start of a conversation with Al Harrington; the rest of it goes something like this: “You and everyone else! Ever since running that ad we haven’t been able to keep anything in stock, treasure maps especially! Look friend, don’t take this the wrong way but you wouldn’t want to get involved in treasure hunting. Dangerous business you know.” “I […]

By EM Malachi Heigel looked around nervously. Suddenly, a window exploded outward, and a smoking rune landed at his feet. The mage shook his head and knocked on the door. When the frustrated mutterings on the other side didn’t acknowledge him, he entered the house. The room was cluttered with books, runes, and random artifacts piled against the walls. The table was covered with dirty dishes and highly toxic reagents. A disheveled mage in blue robes stood at the center of a pentagram. Gilforn didn’t seem to notice him, so Heigel waved at the other mage. Gilforn smiled at him […]

By EM Malachi A small mouse dreamed in a box of yarn by the inn’s hearth. Sherry was enjoying a most satisfying piece of dream gouda and watching a play she had seen so long ago. The chair was built for a child, and one of the actors had been nice enough to loan her a cushion. She was watching a man smash a paste gem with his prop sword when someone sat in the empty seat beside her. She nodded to the man and continued to watch the soliloquy on stage. After listening for a few moments, the man […]

By EM Malachi The path to the lazar house was long and overgrown, and the day was hot. Despite her pale skin, the traveller wore no coverings. It had been decades since the healer had felt the Sun, and she enjoyed the warmth. The ramshackled house was marked with symbols to warn of the pestilence inside. They had laughed at her dire words in the city, but if she could help these unfortunate souls, maybe they would start to believe her. The old woman knocked at the door, and when there was no answer, she pushed it open. When the […]

The Town Crier, issue I  The City herald has a new task, selling newspapers. Listen to his tale of recent events and buy the newspaper he is selling (context menu) A tariff reduction to spur trade sounds interesting, an opportunity to boost the coffers of the cities. But what is this?  Perhaps not every reader of the news is an honest trader. Some of the ambushers seem to have interesting items in the inventory, each needing a specific skill to discern its properties. The information thus revealed, however, merely deepens the mystery. What could be their purpose? A daemonic amulet […]

By EM Malachi The moongate opened, and a mage stepped through, carrying a heavy picnic basket with both hands. A few gargoyles in the settlement waved to her, and Mariah put down her basket to wave back. Mariah had taken to visiting Naxatilor every few weeks for tea. While the seer would share Ter Mur delicacies like grilled skree or salmon and thistle tart, the elder gargoyle had developed a sweet tooth for pastries from Moonglow’s bakery. Today, Mariah had also brought along spiced dates from Nujel’m for the two to share as they discussed history and arcane lore. As […]