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Discovery Campaign

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Drawing A Splinter

My plan to rejoin Alfonso and aid him in his assault on the dark magic at the centre of Concendia lay in ashes. Thwarted by uncooperative geography, delayed by arboreal flora and fauna (no doubt at...

Balanced on the Point of a Pin

I stood musing over the corpse-riddled battlefield, the scene of my victory and final vengeance over the vampire lord, Comte Vyspasian de Ryeat. I had been … misled into attacking him. Deceived in...

A moment of peace

Zinzolin’s nose twitched as a tendril of smoke wafted into his face. The expedition’s camp was bustling with soldiers and retainers in the warm summer evening, and yet he hadn’t been able to fully...

Delusions of Illusions or Vice Versa

Our quarry had fled inland towards the mysterious shroud that still covered the heart of the Concendia. It seemed to me that it was receding at a faster and faster pace, perhaps just my overactive...

Balanced on the Point of a Pin

I stood musing over the corpse-riddled battlefield, the scene of my victory and final vengeance over the vampire lord, Comte Vyspasian de Ryeat. I had been … misled into attacking him. Deceived in the furtherance of schemes of the Weaver of Destinies, the vile god...

A moment of peace

Zinzolin’s nose twitched as a tendril of smoke wafted into his face. The expedition’s camp was bustling with soldiers and retainers in the warm summer evening, and yet he hadn’t been able to fully shake the eerie chill he’d felt since the raid on Apuovia. Since he’d...

Delusions of Illusions or Vice Versa

Our quarry had fled inland towards the mysterious shroud that still covered the heart of the Concendia. It seemed to me that it was receding at a faster and faster pace, perhaps just my overactive imagination triggered by a sense of impending doom. But events on...

Writings of Deacon Jeremius: Part #3

The remaining pages are each covered in annotated paintings:Above - The Scattered Flocks, often seen in visions regarding the Church as a whole.Above - The Plague of Beasts; the Original Vision that led me to Concendia and the Excremental HerdAbove - The...

Fallen Rocks and Twisted Vines

The Cygor continued forward, following the path of blood laid out before it. A single, large eye took up most of its bestial face, staring blankly ahead along its route. The fur, skin, and a majority of the flesh had begun to slough off, dropping to the floor as it...

The Inquisition fends off a raid from Festerhorn’s goons

As the Inquisition's forces mobilize across the island to steal information and relics from the hands of the other explorer armies, a sudden raid catches their spectral forces by surprise. One of the followers of Grolghur Festerhorn's Excremental Herd led his warband...

The Inquisition’s Men in Black spring their trap

After several weeks of spying, information gathering, and studying the strength of the forces of the Bloodied Court, the Inquisition of Umberspire finally gives the order to mobilize their Hounds and the Men in Black. Lawgiver Amondenora of Umberspire has ordered her...

The Inquisition strikes the Evening Moon’s editorial camp

After weeks of propaganda and recruiting several ghyranite mercenaries for the Delarosa Bloodied Knights' cause, the Evening Moon's printing distribution had become too powerful a tool to be left alone. Expecting this outcome, Lawgiver Amondenora of the Umberspire...

Visions in the mist

The Nighthaunt are everywhere. The very wind carries them across the Realms, here and there, mostly loose notions of malice drifting by or little breezes of regret in the hearts of the sensitive. Now the mists of Concendia had lifted, and the wind blew there once...

Meornath’s Folly

“Comte Vyspasian de Ryeat!”The name fell from the agonised necromancer’s lips and landed on me like a blow to the head. I shall spare you the details of how we had put the vile bone-stealer to the question, it was brutal, bloody and honestly I had not the stomach for...

Cesar Delarosa: The undying prince of the Delarosa family

Cesar’s parentage is somewhat of a scandal amongst the noble vampiric dynasties of Shyish. Cesar is the illegitimate son of Countess Carmen Delarosa, the grand matriarchal head of the Court of the Bloodied Knights.Carmen has centuries of history as a brutal and...

Writings of Deacon Jeremius: Part #2

From the diary of Deacon Jeremius Dral, the Cawing Carrion of the Most Esoteric Missionary Congregation of the Church of the Scattered Flocks."Just as the visions showed, the bestial horde fought against the legions of corpse eaters and won. With all of the pieces...

The Hounds of the Inquisition encircle the celestial object

Slowly, silently, the ghosts of the Inquisition converged on the celestial object held by the Bloodied Knights of Cesar Delarosa. For a week they studied its patrols of shambling skeletons and researching field necromancers... preparing and anticipating their military...

The Cracklebone Court

Our losses at the ruined city of Apuovia had been relatively light. My headlong charge backed up by the Liberators, who had appointed themselves as my Shield Brothers had slowed the Sylvaneth assault. Not for long as their numbers were too great but long enough for my...

Writings of Deacon Jeremius: Part #1

I had a vision - that is why I was sent here, to Cocendia and to this herd of rutting, excreting beasts. A vision of a flock of birds, nesting among dead trees. Among the roots of the trees, the birds fed upon still writhing corpses and drove off lurking carrion...

Broken Alliance

Our crossing to Concendia, urgent though it was, was delayed. By the time we had gathered enough material for our rafts it was too dark to risk rafting across the channel, and so our departure was put back until dawn. I decided reluctantly to try to get some sleep, I...

The Battle of Isen Creek

A raiding force of ogre leadbelchers, with slaughtermaster, tyrant, and firebelly in tow wander Concendia in search of food.. Meanwhile, Lord Krazbeck was dispatched with a force of cultists and monsters to join his beastmen allies, Nurgles slaves of darkness marching...

A Questing Knight

I slipped quietly through the woods, the trees here grew close together and my armour occasionally grated on grasping boughs, or scraped through the wet moss coating the trunks of these majestic arboreal titans. Ahead of me, the forest grew brighter and I could smell...