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The view beyond the walls of Porut Egan was shrouded by mist and the night's mesmerising mystery, disturbed only by the dim pale light piercing from the distance on the horizon, hinting to the coming dawn over the cloudy skies. Humidity latched on the stone of the fort, while the black powder...

The Plague Doctor observed. It appeared, Vyona had handled the matter effectivelly enough to assert her own self as commander of the fort, contrary to any etiquette or principle. Might makes right could go a long way, in certain occasions. What Euthanor distinguished in her, though, was her...

Euthanor, for a reason he could not quite place, enjoyed the interaction between the captain and Vyona enough, he didn't bring himself to speak at all. He had folded his arms before his chest and observed. The captain, in contrast, was fuming. The barbarian, for some reason, though had come...

Running through the blockade itself was a tricky business. To be spotted was to be engaged by several ships, each of which had a prize to claim of their demise. For the Plague Doctor himself, being caught carried much more dire consequences than the others, and he could not let his mind forget...

The sound of the stretching ropes and the creaking lumber composed a song proper for the ears of any a seafarer to embrace as an orchestra who played the music of the fair sea. Though winter, proper, the wind had dissipated and the skies had cleared, save for the West-borne fog that caressed the...

The year of 922 was a harsh period for the West. With the proclaimation of @Marcus Aumont as the God-Machine made manifest, Espada, now an Empire in its own right, had become an arch-enemy of the Iron Cult. With hundreds of miles separating the two mighty nations, a rivalry was limited to lesser...

Paper parchments scattered and viles broken, with steaming liquids yet to fully sate their reactive compounds into a specific shade soaking the wooden floor, broken and stomped by footprints made of blood and rubble. The laboratory's shelves were brought down, volumes of knowledge accumulated...

The Plague Doctor tilted his head to Vyona's inquiries. She wasn't a fool. She kept reminding him of that fact, as if she could see through each of his thoughts. "Erova stirs." he proclaimed. "Many in Ostronnia and Varania have been at war for long. There are forts that store much equipment...

Euthanor ran. There was little else he could do, at this point. Having knowledge of what lurked beneath the city was even worse than knowing nothing at all. But he was no fool. Though young still, his mind recognized the up to that point unknown source of Konstantis' suffering, regardless if he...

The frustration of the she-orc was not lost in the Plague Doctor. On the contrary, his mind registered the simplicity of her, attributing such mentality to her culture, of which he knew nothing of, for the time being. Another fine exploration, this would be, he thought to himself. He nodded to...

Euthanor placed the wooden rod infront of him and rested both his gloved hands on its top. His body, though covered by layers of black cloth, hinted nothing to any tension, or sentiment by the Plague Doctor. He simply observed, listening in what seemed bottomless reserves of patience. Whether he...

The Plague Doctor's beaked mask nodded to Vyona's inquiry. He still evaluated her as a character and potential ally, knowing full well she served as an asset in the mystic Night Court. She was a woman of action; A mere barbarian, to Euthanor's eyes, and yet this wasn't here nor there. She had a...

The Night King's domain was swelling by each passing moon, in a rate much to Euthanor's surprise. The Night Court's efficiency in battle, combined with the elegantly structured labyrinth of administration and fiefdoms, all blending in to a rather chaotic mix, for one first eyeing the...

The lights flickered. As the lantern openned, against the wind's furious lash, wax melted dripped hot down from it, freezing long before its droplets cracked by their impact with the cobblestone. The man shrugged, never truly noticing the falling wax, as he simply closed the lantern again...

Each step was a carefully calculated action. Each motion, made with mathematic precision. Euthanor unbound the thread around his throat, letting the heavy black cloak slide down the soil, revealing his true identity. His beaked masked gaze turned North, his mind numbering each of the Hobgoblin...