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This entry is part 6 of 6 in the series Ezmereth Nemrin’s Story“Approach, young Netherese,” said Escanor. “My brothers and I have been discussing you.” Ezmereth walked deeper into the chamber and bowed slightly towards Escanor Tanthul, one of the … Continue reading
This entry is part 5 of 6 in the series Ezmereth Nemrin’s StoryShadowy tendrils followed Ezmereth’s blade as it flew out of its sheath. Umbra was its name, a dark blade forged from the Shadowfell by a Shadar-Kai smith from … Continue reading
This entry is part 4 of 6 in the series Ezmereth Nemrin’s Story“How could anyone worship a fool?” Ezmereth said under his breath. “The true lord of magic demands that you disbelievers vacate his holy temple,” replied the ghastly voice. … Continue reading
This entry is part 3 of 6 in the series Ezmereth Nemrin’s StoryA hundred years ago, the most recent deity of magic was Mystra, Lady of Mysteries. She was the third incarnation of said deity, being a mortal formerly known … Continue reading
This entry is part 2 of 6 in the series Ezmereth Nemrin’s StoryThe city of Shade, capital of Netheril, is a city floating miles in the air, looking down upon the landscape. Inaccessible by land, the only way to get … Continue reading
This entry is part 1 of 6 in the series Ezmereth Nemrin’s Story“How do you expect to breach the defenses Master?” The old man quietly stared back at his young pupil, his gaze cold and focused, his face partially covered … Continue reading
The soldiers began to swing their swords systematically at the dwarves. Dugar’s shield came right up to deflect a blow heading towards Piknen’s chest. He followed this by smashing his shield into the soldier’s face, with an immediate upward arc from his hammer, right between the legs. Although he heard a crunch, Dugar noticed the soldier didn’t react to the pain of the blow and instead continued to fight. Continue reading
“Ya need ta speak up laddy,” responded Dugar at the top of his lungs. It was difficult to hear anything else with the wind coming down from the Stone.
“I said, DURN THAT BLASTED WAIL OF A GOBLIN’S FART!” Continue reading
Runes written in the dwarven tongue riddled the walls, accompanied by sculptures, speaking of great battles fought and won in times past. These sculptures were carved of the finest mithral mined within the deepest bowels of the kingdom. Luxurious tapestries depicting dwarven heroes cleaving the heads off of orcs, goblins and giants lined the back wall; before it stood a large throne of solid mithral – the throne of the king of Cladiggin. Continue reading
Belda was the kind of woman that Dugar loved. Thick at the knees, stubble on the chin and upper lip, and breasts the size of watermelons. She had been a wench at the Foaming Froth for nearly a year, working long hours to be able to raise her wee little brother at home. Continue reading