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Verzes Mezaros – The Smoldering Smith

He appeared at the Spire one day unannounced, only the scraping sound of his anvil giving him free passage. A skullgrinder is an honoured person to have in a warband, but his place here is as mysterious as his appearance. He is soft spoken and asks little of others, only for any unique weapons and items from enemies to be gathered for him to use as materials for his next projects. What he is after, he will not say. What his goal is, only one can guess. Even to Lord Aichmos or the Slaughterpriests, he remains an enigma, but one thing is certain: his purpose is clear in his mind and he will accomplish the task he has set to do regardless of the cost.

 

Vandalheim

Vandalheim is a small town in the Ember Isles and resides somewhere in the South-Western parts of the main island. A relatively poor town it is nonetheless home for a mixture of men, duardin, and self alike. Vandalheim does not have any particular noteworthy aspects to it, but a recent new… establishment, The Shade… has started to get rumours going. 

Mazrok-taktak: Boggle-eyed Astromancer of Dreamless Sleep

Mazrok-taktak is a coalesced skink starmaster, a student of the Slann Mazol-oktotl. He is a master of realmgates, and can often be found near any that are displaying any strange effects, or abnormal behaviour. Primarily, he is probably one of the most well-educated beings in the Realms when it comes to the history, location, and effects of the gates. 

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Chronicles of Grey Company

Rhondol CampaignChronicle of Khardihr City Guard,Grey Company     Lieutenant Hollistan is dead.        As is customary with City Guard units, we rotate about the city and outlying territories under Khardihr's control. This happens every quarter-year, unless...

Lure of the Depths

Inside an old clocktower, the Tzaangor had made camp.Morale was flailing, she could feel it, as she walked through their ranks, even if they pretended to treat the Archprophetess with as much deference as usual. It had been disastrous to withhold their victory over...

Beneath the bog

The Templars slowly marched through the bogwater.The others were alert, weapons drawn, always surveying their surroundings looking for looming dangers. Their scouts had told of Kruleboyz sightings in the area, and then…Templar Oron the Steadfast impaled a small...