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; (...)
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The Ballad of Korontav Moor
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The Battle of Avran’s Bay
We had been grinding the elven rear guard since dawn. It was clear it was only a matter of time before they broke and we could hack apart the ships on the beaches below. It was the sixth hour past noon when the line began to buckle under the keen edges of our axes. Suddenly, the elves parted like wet soil struck by a shovel and I ordered the throng to plant their feet in anticipation of some foul play from the oathbreakers.
Through the divide I saw a warrior in an elaborate panoply of (...) -
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 Beasts Did Rise
The Age of Death, the loss of gold
A time when earth would swallow whole
Nor fae nor men nor orc nor we
All lost and toss’d and bent and broke
A time of pain to each ring Hold
The beasts did rise and burn and loot
No wall of shield or hold could stand
And fickle elves did leave and run
And men so quick to alter word
Do promise cut and render mute
The dead did rise on southern shore
An empire dead its heart torn out
No aid to come from human hands
The hour grew dark, and foes in count
So (...) -
The Black Prince
"Lo and behold Calamandran the Black: tamer of peoples, thread cutter, manslayer, song writer, prince of the Dark Host!"
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The Cuatl
Q: Herr Selig, recently I became aware that the Cuatls of Saurian society are considered a new development, perhaps a response to the daemonic incursions of the Age of Waste. However, the famous Equitan tapestry reproducing the world hymn shows what seems to be such a creature as far back as the first age. Is this perhaps an error in the replication? Or how might such difference be explained?
A: A scholar’s question, which deserves a scholar’s answer. What I wouldn’t give to work with you on (...) -
The Emergence of the Rat Kings
To all that are in Avras, beloved of Sunna: May the dawn forever shine upon you. First, I thank my saviour for you all, that your faith is proclaimed throughout the whole world. In these dark times I counsel you to give thanks in turn for your holy life in the city of Sunna herself. The Goddess blessed the site of its foundation at the moment of man-kind’s awakening, and from it arose the first great civilisation of humanity, a fearsome empire that held up the light of our species like a (...)
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The Fall of Beasts
The Age of War, of Ruin the Fourth
The time our foes do fight betwixt
We sharpen axe we ready blade
In dungeons deep we plan and wait
For chance to move our armies forth
Each Thane each King each soldier in
Our people sworn to hold the line
To march together step in step
To turn each foeman’s sword aside
With faith in kin alone we win
And yet with all in steel and arms
Our fight was not without its trials
The orcs had numbers beyond count
And war thus raged across the age
With no-one (...) -
The Fifth Age
An Age of Plague the Third of Ruin
Redoubled might, redoubled maille
We thicken armour, sharpen blade
We harden hearts, and bolster soul
Unknown to us new foes drew In
We paid it back the gift of men
Who came to aid when so beset
We shared the greatest gift of all
The gift of stone and mountain’s call
Thus we built great Avras’ wall
The Mountains White once lost to us
We marched upon and took anew
Alliance made at last with men
A peace to hold and carry forth
O’er earth and mount an honoured (...) -
The Great Khanate
If there were ever large numbers of ogres in Vetia, they were dislodged by the elder empires of the Golden Age. It is said that ogres consider their true home to be the great rolling grasslands that cover the vastness of central Augea: a mighty Steppe of which only a tiny portion - the Makhar - remains this side of the Wasteland.
Before the Wasteland’s creation, however, it is known that the ogres once ruled a giant empire, perhaps the largest in history, spanning the greater part of Augea (...)