The Vengeful Ratfolk Spirit 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 Tissian soldiers were busy categorizing her children as "Company Assets" and loading them into the damp holds of their galleon, s

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 The Vell Trading Company is a merchant syndicate of immense influence operating under the authority of the Elders of Tiss . In the wake of the Crimson Harvest (8218 DC) , the Company has moved from mere traders to "Saviors of Necessity." By providing the fleet (including the Concordance ) to escape Duke Guaicaipuro and the Vampire Court , they have effectively "purchased" the future of the surviving adventur

Also known as Verum Roma Colony, formerly Kwith-Ka by the Ratfolk. This island located in the northern corridor between the Western Continent and Tiss is now known as Port Aethelgard, though its history is written in layers of ancient stone and bitter ink. Long before any maps marked this spot, the Ratfolk established the warren of Kwith-Ka. They remained undisturbed for decades, building a communal civilization within the island's limestone cliffs and trading only with the o

The cold from the packed earth below me pushed up to mix with the bitter corruption pushing through my flesh. Many hands rushed over me and questions flew through the air around me like crossbow bolts, but they never seemed to land. One question managed to slip through the fog.  “That’s a lot of blood, are you hurt anywhere else?” “It’s not… mine…” I mutter as pain wells in my chest and hot tears push past the corners of my eyes.  It all happened so fast. Mousse had stepped a

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

They didn’t pick the right Gren. I know that now. Mousse should’ve been the one to rise. Rumbaba had the grit and the mind. Mango could make the world weep and want to help. Hell, even Streusel could’ve browbeat death into retreat if you gave him two minutes and a podium. But not me. I was the wrong Gren. And I didn’t wake up. I got dragged back. When I hit the stones—face-first, ribs shattered, breath gone—the first vial on my belt cracked beneath me like a snapped tooth. I

Cold and dark. Poprock stood in the shadow of the manor. Or perhaps a memory of it. Translucent walls and doors not more than mist trailing into the void beyond. Some magic locked it in place, fighting against its nature to evaporate. And she was alone. No.  Not quite.  Figures drifted in the dark. A shadow in a sunbrimmed hat hummed softly as it wandered past. A large figure full of wrath charged past into the void. And darker things lurked beyond. Malice and hatred. But not

The days now are getting shorter and the nights colder. I rubbed my hands together over the fire trying to get some feeling of warmth as I scanned the faces of my comrades.    Just days ago we were attending the Harvest in Lullin.  We helped the town make a contract with the Lizard folk, stop the Grove from being burned down, all while trying to keep a watch on the local vampires.  Yes, vampires, a known entity that I have encountered before so they weren’t hard to spot.  How

The Isle of Tiss is a singular and tightly controlled city-state, comprised of one grand capital city and the surrounding farming districts that sustain it. Despite its limited geographic footprint, Tiss wields influence far beyond what its size would suggest. Power, not land, is the true measure of Tiss ambition. Origins and Arrival Long before the Isle of Tiss was known by that name, its people were citizens of a modest town in central England on Earth, called Ravensbrook.

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 als

Nut Stuffed Honey Butter Croissants (Japanese Inspired by a French take on a Turkish adaptation of a Persian dish.) Early one winter morning, Shourri puttered about the kitchen prepping her breakfast before opening the potion shop.  Today was a special day because she had picked up some lovely Flaky Pastries from the Busy Bee Bakery.  She licked her lips thinking about biting into the soft buttery buns drizzled with honey as she sipped her piping hot and steamy brown bean bre

Ar’calima Crann Elvish Paladin of Shiandria

After the Crimson Harvest of 8218 in Lullin, this Journal was found after the infamous Court. Mr. Alistair, nor the Beast, were anywhere to be found.

Part 1: Last Wish and Warning of Kenear    The following was found scribbled on a piece of paper near the town of Lullin. "I write this by my dying flame to anyone who finds this body. The nobles of Lullin LIE . As she spoke of unity and working together the baroness killed  Mousse Gren. I barely escaped now but I still hear them reveling in their crimson harvest. If you find me dead, bring my sword back to Shylenshara and the news that Kenear son of Callewen has fallen and y

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

Year of 8218 News from one of the lesser barbarian tribes has reached our ears. Multiple reports have confirmed a vampire outbreak in the city known as “Lullin” (Known as New Iuvavum on civilized maps) of the peoples that call themselves the “Emerald Folk”. Said reports confirm the death of at least one honorable dwarf, and an unknown number of barbarians and other undesirables.   The barbarians failed to heed our advice and follow our ways, and as such, the undead scourge wa

Usually known as the Dwarven Calendar This is the standard 18-month calendar adopted by the dominant cultures on the Western Continent of Shiandria, often referred to as the "common calendar." It was formalized by Dawn Lander priests and clerics approximately 200 years ago, but it maintains the Dwarven system for tracking years. Detail Current Status Current Year 8219 (Modern Age) Era Start (Year 0) Formation of the Alliance of Dwarven Clans Total Days Per Year 468 days Lengt

Submitted by Brannith Marius, Sergeant of the 8th Legion of the Imperial Reman Republic and Prince of New Rome. Date: the 18th day of the month of Agonalia in the year of 8218 The stench of Aquitania still clings to my armor, a vile mix of salt, blood, and the sickly-sweet odor of decay. I write this entry not in the comfort of a proper barracks, but by the sputtering light of a guttering candle, the sounds of drunken Norsemen echoing in the distance. This campaign… this plun