Ortus Tatravellan
Truestone Consul
A particularly obstinate member of the Alarith temple in Ymetrica’s Glib Stretch region, Ortus Tatrevellan has had a hand in securing several Lumineth cities and outposts over his brief 170-year career. More than an unyielding combatant, he also serves as an envoy for the Alarith, establishing contact with mountain spirits and mountain-dwelling mortals in realms beyond Hysh. The Glib Stretch’s Stonemage has recently tasked him with establishing connections in the Heaving Mountains of Ghyran.
Prior to arriving in The Lustrare River Valley, he was renowned in Chamon for establishing an unusual truce between Lumineth prospectors and the Bronzebite Mawtribe who dwell in the region. Shortly after their arrival, the Alarith Stoneguard and Mawtribe each developed a grudging respect (or the closest feeling to respect with which an aelf can regard an ogor) for the other’s monumental durability during their initial skirmishes.
After determining it would be impossible to rout the ogors from the area with their current numbers, Ortus approached their immense tyrant Garrul Bronzebitten to establish a mutually-beneficial trade deal. After all, what happens to the corpses and inferior equipment of the human, duardin, or beastman the Lumineth would slay in establishing their new territory would be of little concern to them.
The Disappearance of Noxil Ravenfall
Noxil Ravenfall woke up in darkness. As a denizen of Ulgu, this was no surprise, and it did not worry her in the slightest. What did worry her, a little, was that she found herself within a space without walls. Or anything for that matter. Mist and physical shadow...
The Final Battle
The Cult of The Fell Dragon’s ritual has been completed, but at disastrous cost. The ritual was corrupted by the interloper, summoning instead a draconic entity composed of the shadowy energies of The Underside itself. Regardless of prior allegiances, you’ve chosen to fight this monster, for your own sake and that of all Drakengrad.
The Precipice of Apocalypse
Sing with me a song of silence and bloodThe rain falls but can’t wash away the mudAgain within Drakengrad, an ominous song rang out as The Cult of The Fell Dragon surged throughout the land. As instructed by their Propheter, the cultists danced and sang, conjuring...