It is with some frustration that I must admit to never having seen a rat, despite all I write here. I have in a number of cities searched out the gloomy wharfs and taverns which those black marketeers are said to frequent, to no avail. Perhaps it is the final fading competence of the vermin that their illicit operations are so rarely detected. The vermin were ever fraudsters, unable to create anything new but forced to ape the great nation of Avras. They surely lack the ability to create (...)
Dealings with Vermin
Magic and Runelore
The Dwarves of Vetia shun the nether powers, unlike their eastern brethren. But if a hold-dwarf were to learn magic somehow, what would happen to him? Would he be shunned, exiled, imprisoned, executed? If executed, could he find refuge with his eastern kin? I can’t say I have spoken with any dwarves at length on this topic, they seem to be rather closemouthed whenever matters of the arcane are raised. From my own studies, I have found the dwarven relationship with magic to be one of (...)
Rats and Religion
The traders in the east are unable to provide the same quantities as last year. They blame the vermin. As you know, in parts of Sagarika, men and rats live side by side, oblivious to the clear danger. Until recently, these vermin worshipped rat gods – twisted versions of the gods of old Avras. But when plague struck the land, they say a rat went among them, preaching of a new god, the Plaguebringer, who offers salvation through the touch of disease. The pestilence lingered around those who (...)
Sons of the Mountain
As tough as the mountains themselves, and with memories that last almost as long, many dwarves carve their homes from the very bones of the earth. Forgers of the finest works of steel and gold, they are as mighty as they are determined. Should you try to take that which is theirs, you will face the full vengeance of the Dwarven Holds!
Though the Dwarven Empire fell at the end of the Golden Age, the Holds still control the most lucrative mines of Vetia, producing the finest armours and (...)
The Ballad of Korontav Moor
Died in vain, heros all. Duthar and Telvan did stride among them; Two Seekers striving to meet their Gods.
Their foe was the Rat-Men, five-thousand strong; Dark magics, fell machines and monstrosities thronged! With heavy hearts did the Clan sally fourth; Led by Seekers, upon the Moor.
Late was the hour that the two forces clashed; The wrath of the Rat-God sending fire and flash. Woe to the Clan. A meteor was called; Blazing from the sky.
Brave and foolhardy, Telvan stood tall; (...)
The Battle of Korontav Moor
We found vermin in those hills and not the kind that you might keep as a pet. These were big bastards, walking on two legs! They gave us a right hiding that day… Yeah, ill tell you the tale. But it’ll cost you another ale and a few more by the time I’m finished.
We had been mining the tin in the hills. Sending it up the river to Vanez. The vermin problem had been there from the start y’see. But the Clan had invested too much to back out of the operation. To begin with we suppressed them. But (...)
The sylvan elves, who call themselves Trewi, are now known to be far more widespread than originally thought. Though their power is undoubtedly centred on Wyscan, there are many different tribes and cultures of faerie folk found across the forests and jungles of the world, and it is unclear to what extent they are connected. It is theorised that they can travel great distances by magic linking these woodland realms. Many are the tales of a terrible mist that appears from nowhere, often (...)
The Wild Herd
It is said that wherever a human explorer goes in this world, a beast has been already. Even in this great ninth age of humanity, the herds can be found around the world in all their dizzying diversity and savagery. Even in Vetia, they have not been entirely stamped out, with small bands still encountered in the wild parts of the great nations. Because they are cheap and deniable, many are still employed by statesmen as mercenaries - despite the risk to reputation, and knowing full well (...)
Tribulations of a Trader
Yeah, I worked the silk road. It’s true what they say: never be in debt to an ogre. I’ve seen men left to die on freezing mountainsides because their legs...well, they weren’t just broken. It’s not just the money. Ogres really bloody hate debt, any debt. Once offered an ogre on my caravan a sip from my hip flask, and he insisted on giving me a coin for it - this was a guy I was pals with. Still, they’re good blokes, most of them, once you get to know them and you don’t owe them anything. Never (...)
Your magnificent excellency, The ogres are...
Your magnificent excellency,
The ogres are mercenaries, plain and simple. They may not seek out violence if there is no need (war costs money), but neither will they hesitate to employ it to secure their trade interests. Their existence in the mountains, where nothing grows, depends on a monopoly of the wealth that travels through them. Any substance that moves east or west in this world - unless it takes the Steel Road - incurs the ogre tithe. Many are the great leaders of Sagarikadesha (...)