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Comm. Shmidlapp

Commodore Shmidlapp’s career had always  been a minor one… that was – until he and his crew started to receive visions of vast treasure within the Furyoth dell. Deciding to take up the opportunity, he and his crew set off for Ghur. But just as they had reached the closing of their voyage there, his […]
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Commodore Shmidlapp’s career had always  been a minor one… that was – until he and his crew started to receive visions of vast treasure within the Furyoth dell.

Deciding to take up the opportunity, he and his crew set off for Ghur. But just as they had reached the closing of their voyage there, his fleet was struck down by the hazardous and unstable magics of the realm..

Now desperate for the capital to rebuild his now practically defunct fleet, he continues to push on through the Wilds of Ghur in the hopes of saving what remains of his crew, and finding enough to rebuild from the accident.

As they continue to push through in search of the Dell, the beastial magics of Ghur have also started to shift the very beings of the crew members. Facing mounting pressure and dilapidating morale, he and the crew find themselves in a race against time to repair from the tragedy that had stricken them, or even just escape the realm intact.

Brawen The Bloody Queen

Brawen was born in on the dagger tooth coast to war queen Kugaa beast bane and chief Skriryl Black paw on the 6th day of the hunt  night wolf it was finally killed after the queen give birth to her first child the tribe had lost many good lives in take down including the chief.

The Battle of Flaming Skies

High above the Crusader State of the Templars of Our Burning Saviour in Thondia Nurglite attackers clash with Templar defenders and their Kharadron allies.

The attackers must be repelled to secure the future of the Crusader State.

Desraki Omens: Destruction

"Captain! We found a survivor."  The leader of the Desraki war party looked up from the maps in his tent. At the entrance stood one of his sergeants, backlir by the setting sun. Beside him was a young soldier, armor pitted and scratched, whose body was thin with...