Cassandra Warbreaker
The Warbreaker is a rather unfortunate wanderer, unwittingly drawn into warzones. Her nickname was given by the Red Scarfs mercenary company and made popular after Cassandra and her companion, Sezhat, wandered in at the most opportune time to turn the tide of the Siege of Sandfall.
Born a slave to a khornate warband in the Eightpoints, a chance encounter with the ancient Sphiranx Sezhat created an opportunity for freedom. As an aelf, Cassandra has the innate ability to use magic and as a Sphiranx, Sezhat knows how to do it.
Their partnership is simple, in return for mentorship, Cassandra provides the perfect cover and opportunity to scour the realms of the precious magical artefacts that has ever been the obsessions of any Sphiranx. As their trials continue, neither admits to the bond they have managed to create.
Have you met Cassandra while within The Great Weave? Or have something to add to his story? Do that here!
Sitra Achra: The Night Side of Paradise
SECTION I: ANTICIPATION Even as Bel’akor ravaged Chamon and Morathi sought her Godhood, even as the Lumineth made themselves known and Hyshian light spilled across the Mortal Realms, Carcosa was silent. All the while, beginning an eternity ago yet also in the present,...
Black Star Arena: Gladiators Wanted!
By order of Her Most Blessed Yellow Majesty, Queen Cassilda of Carcosa, Daemon Princess of Ambition Ascendant, the Black City has begun construction of a series of arenas, for the entertainment of all and to aid in production of foodstuffs and ritual items.
Therefore, She Who Wears The Mantle offers payment to those who would fight for honour, popularity, and glory in this burgeoning series of Carcosan arenas; may the Twin Suns bear witness to their victories.
Victors will be rewarded handsomely with the finest Carcosa has to offer, while those who are unfortunately not victorious will find fulfillment in the service of our demoniac masters. Apply at the Kelathran Spire.
Happiness Abounds: A Slice of Life in Carcosa
Section 1: Normalcy Durloque shoved his right hand harder into the pocket of the lead-lined overcoat that weighed heavily upon his broad shoulders. He ran his eyes over the paper - the real paper - in his left hand, struggling to decipher the arcane symbols scrawled...