Recent content by Marthaler Amslerbeak

The shouting still reverberated, though hours whole had passed ever since the meeting of the council. Marthaler could not blame any of them for their worries were reasoned with merit. His plan was dangerous, though among them, he alone had conceived the true scale of the war that was about to...

The rain denied any view of the city, save for the spires proudly standing above most other buildings like obelisks of architecture. They appeared like shadows, amidst the blur of the rain. It had been a rather wet winter, that year. With summer approaching, the weather showed little change...

The letter was delivered folded, into a wax-sealed envelope of parchment, carrying the mark of Krahen, one of the most powerful of the Iron Cult's guilds. By breaking the seal, the contents carried words written in caligraphic fashion and black ink that still carried the scent of burned oil. The...

The Lord-Chalybatte listened to the Captain's words with interest. He turned his gaze back to the fleet in the distance, as if ignorance to any facial information of Omadar would allow him better judgement on the situation. In truth, Marthaler was barely evaluating the very need to keep the...

"But you will follow a decree of the Iron Council, will you not, Captain Uldor?" The voice belonged to Marthaler Amslerbeak. The very appearance of the man hinted to his position among the Iron Cult. The Beaked mask a mark of his initiation in the Spires of Fuernburg. His long trenchcoat...

Riders of black stallions could be seen across Erova, dressed in black cloth and beaked mask. They all made their way to the Notice Board of the settlement, nailing on it a piece of parchment that carried the scent of freshly printed ink. The figures would be silent, seeking no contact with the...