Under deep red sails, and banners bearing the Golden Burning Wings of Our Saviour, the Templar warship "Promised Conflagration" approached the coast of the Isle of Slidecrown. She was escorted by...

The hulk creaked as it lurched towards its destination on the horizon: Slidecrown Isle, a speck of land, black on the dark Sea of Elemental Truths, barely visible as dawn crawled closer. The Pale...

The alliance with Khardihr had been promising. A chance to do some true good. To make the kind of difference that Argannon had always told the nobility of Nautilar they could make. It was not to be....