Ku'tok-notoc crept through the jungle, leaping between branch, shadow, and brush as he followed the Burning Templars through the Dell. As the scout snuck through the dense foliage he couldn't help...

Sorrah Nikos’ acquiescence to the Seraphon, even if it secured her the city of Civilia’s Ruin, has not gone down well with her chaotic counterparts. The Wrathful and the Templars have both resolved...

Civilia’s Ruin ran with the blood of mortals. Skarra Spinebreaker had seen her fair share of battles on Ghur’s wrathful seas, but the war of Civilia had become one of the most deadly. Maybe it was the fact that blood simply dissipated in the ocean, whereas here it floated between buildings and beneath broken bridges – around the ankles of those still standing. Skarra was not.

Two explosions lit up the Rondholian night sky almost simultaneously. One constant, one a flash that seared the eyes. The first, a crimson that continues to bleed into the air, the other was an amethyst spike that rippled across the hidden clouds far above. Both spelled trouble, both caused harm to the continent.