The Great Divide: The Mountain Passes

In ancient times, a mighty and bloodthirsty Red Cap chieftain, known as Bloodbriar, challenged the powerful Queen Mab. His punishment was swift and eternal: his spirit was ripped from his body and imprisoned within a shield. Bloodbriar was infamous for his cruelty and bloodlust, surpassing even other Red Caps. This darkness now taints the shield itself. The wielder still retains most of their original cultural heritage but they are “touched” by the Red Caps at the point of po

Governor Cairbre Ó Gallchobhair is widely regarded as one of the most capable and beloved leaders in the northern realms. Born to a respected merchant family with ancient Emerald Folk lineage, Cairbre grew up among both the sea winds and the council halls. His mother was a priestess of Brighid, his father a noted trade envoy to the Reman coast. From a young age, Cairbre displayed an uncanny ability to mediate disputes, remember names, and leave every room with the last word—a

History By Cody Fuhrman In the wake of the passing of the patriarch of the noble Gren family due to old age, the family's legacy underwent a transformation. With the inheritance duly distributed among the three eldest siblings, the changes were profound. Streusel (John), the eldest among them, was granted the prestigious title of "Lord of Gren House", solidifying his position as the head of the family's noble lineage. Brule, the middle sibling, received a legendary heirloom

Thordic Strongfellow was a prince to his people, and well liked by those that followed him. He was a strong Viking warrior, and everyone relied on his berserker strength to win many battles, and skirmishes. A Jotun attack on his village left him broken, and beaten, but not dead. He was found by a Reman Cleric that nursed him back to health, and he came to realize he was the only survivor of his clan. Vowing vengeance against those that brought him more pain than he ever th

When your gods have abandoned you… When your home lies in ruins… When your heart burns with vengeance… The Gray Lady knows your grief! The Gray Lady knows your rage! A whisper in the dark… A quiet voice offers you power… The Gray Lady will give you all that you desire… She simply asks that you answer her call on… The Night of Embers

The annals of Shiandria, the Dawn Lands, tell a tale of convergence and divergence, a history etched in the remnants of interdimensional gateways and the diverse cultures they ushered in. At the heart of this narrative lie the gateways, colossal circular structures crafted from an enigmatic, resilient material. These were not mere ornaments, but vital arteries of interdimensional travel, a testament to the ingenuity of a long-vanished civilization known as the Architects.

A copied account from a crumbling manuscript found in the library of the University of Nar’a’Shay. [the account picks up partway through] The daughter of the land, she was. He was passable fine, but he was a stranger, weren’t he? When he died, she became great. We never prospered like we did when she led us. Leastwise ‘til the Remans came. More and more reclusive she got. The stress of leadership in war times, we tried to tell ourselves. [the ink here is too faded t

The Alliance of Dwarven Clans, commonly known as the Dwarven Alliance, is a formidable kingdom nestled in the Northern Mountain range, often referred to as the Dwarven Mountains. This region serves as a crucial crossroads, linking the realms of the Greeks, Remans, Dawn Landers, Norse, and Emerald Folk. The Alliance has thrived for millennia, with its origins tracing back to a time when the various dwarf clans were scattered and often at odds with one another. In the face o

The Alliance of Dawn Lords was established during a time of great turmoil and uncertainty. Initially, the region's towns, cities, and freeholds were isolated, vulnerable to external threats, and limited in economic opportunities. Realizing the need for a unified front for mutual defense and economic prosperity, leaders from various human and a handful of elf settlements came together to form a cohesive alliance. Inspired by the successful model of the Alliance of Dwarven Clan

The Vengeful Ratfolk Spirit At the end of the events of Port Aethelgard the Weeping Shadow was put to rest. And has been rejoined with her children. In life, Syla was a young mother of the Aethelgard Warren, known more for the brightness of her family’s nest than for any grand magic or political standing. That life ended during the Tissian "Consolidation," when a merchant-warship under the Vell banner anchored in the bay to "indenture" the local population. While the Tissia

At the Crimson Harvest festival in the Emerald Folk town of Lullin, the Vampire Court descended under the leadership of Duke Guaicaipuro. During the now-infamous Court of the Crimson Harvest, many adventurers were slain or badly injured; only a few escaped unscathed. From there, the surviving adventurers—carrying the injured and followed by the specters of those slain—fled the city. Throughout their retreat, they were pursued by the minions of the Duke and the Vampire Court,

Organization Type: Tissian Merchant-Consortium & Infernal Syndicate

Lex Publicae Ordinis (Law of Public Order): This law is the cornerstone of maintaining stability within the Republic. It covers a wide range of offenses, from brawls in taverns to organized riots in public squares. Magistrates are granted broad discretion in enforcing this law, considering the severity of the disturbance and the intent of the perpetrators. Repeat offenders face harsher penalties, and those who incite violence or rebellion are dealt with severely. The law also

Fog in the graying dusk Iron will turn to rust …you must Gods cannot help you now Weapons will shatter now Magic fails in your mouth Sever the raven’s wing Halt the return of spring Cower for nothing Can… Unto dread Orcus’ might Power in darkest night Turn now from heaven’s light

The Council of Long Beards has been the cornerstone of governance in the Dwarven Alliance since its inception. Formed during the Great Unification, when the scattered dwarven clans came together to face common threats and embrace mutual prosperity, the council was established to ensure that the voices of all clans were heard and represented in the decision-making process. The council is composed of the eldest and wisest dwarves from each clan, both male and female, who are ch

The calendar consists of 18 months, each comprising 26 days making a total of 468 days in a year. This is measured by the orbit around the local star named Eldur-morgin (which translates to “Heaven’s Dawn” in the Dwarfish). Created by Dawn Lander priests and clerics a little over 200 years ago, this calendar is usually known as the "common calendar". It still uses the Dwarven Calendar for the years but the names of the months and the festivals are influenced by, or borrowed f

TresLeches Gren lowered Poprock Gren to the ground, blood pouring from her neck as her hands tried in futility to keep it from flowing. Her eyes locked on him in confusion and horror. He lowered her repeating “I’m sorry, Poprock! I’m sorry, Poprock!” TresLeches didn’t know why, but after she had jumped on the Baroness he took Poprock’s knife from her and cut her throat with it. Now he sat above her, wondering what was going on. His mind tuned out the screams and cries going o

“Please don’t leave me!” The girl’s grip on her arm tightened like a spider’s web, desperate voice edging toward panic. “Please! Please…” “It’s alright, you’ll be safe here.” She gently but firmly peeled the pale, clinging fingers from her sleeve and held the girl’s hands between her gloves. Her face was in the shadow of her hood, but her voice was compassionate and strong. “Stay at the campsite, don’t light the fire. I’ll be back before dawn.” “They’ll come for me! They’ll