Sword of Symphonies

Five years ago, the immovable Glacier Legion was shattered at the ancient port of Naca. The Swarm burst through the stone gates despite the devotion and effort of the Glacier engineer corps and tore …

For a hundred years in Amylte there have been horrors. Now that Amylte's history sleeps under the mud, the horrors may just be people's best way of learning about their past. A horror's presence says…

One hundred years ago, Amylte was changed forever in the Cataclysm. The melting mountains swallowed the Interior and turned the highlands of Rhimehold into tundra.

Off the coast of Rhimehold, the sedi…

Last night, a lone soldier sat in dim golden lamplight, in the center of a spreading chaos of papers and tools, slowly and gently brushing caked-on earth from the surface of an ancient weapon, cleari…

One hundred five years ago, a battle raged in the shadow of the Cloudcomb Mountains. People, normal people more or less like us, killed one another, as many others as they could find. To accelerate t…

We normally talk about history in the past tense, but where does that leave Hrangad? There isn't much of a past tense to explore in a town that still smells of sawdust and pine resin. The arrival of …

The party continues! Vi keeps it together, Miller discovers his true calling, and May swoops in.

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Thanks for a wonderful year! To celebrate, the dirtbags are going to a ritzy party. Miller reads the fine print, Vi makes an impression, and Mei knows somebody, sib.

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Once upon a time, there was war. People destroyed one another en masse, once upon a time. Sometimes they did it for reasons that seem like they make sense, like survival or revenge. Other times, they…

A couple of days ago, the Westbreaker pulled into Stageport, and now it is time to pull away again. Such is the way of things. It's time to bid farewell to friends new and old, and take to the sea on…

Five years ago, two men came to a small, secluded spot in an abandoned part of Stageport. One, a stranger, had only the clothes on his back. The other, a local, only the urn he rested in. The two wer…

The defeat of the Glacier Legion was absolute and devastating, but we’re not here to talk about that right now. A year after the defeat, two men met in an art gallery, one trying to avoid talking to …

History is soft. It doesn't take much to leave a deep mark; sometimes these marks come about my sheer chance.

One hundred twelve years ago, a predator walked the streets of Stageport. A human predator…

Five years ago, the Glacier Legion was shattered. The survivors, left directionless in the wastes, were faced with a sort of terrifying freedom; the burden of choosing for themselves what comes next.

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Five years ago, the Glacier Legion was defeated, its remnants scattered, and found new lives for themselves. Eight years ago, the merchantman Red Lotus put in at Stageport, and left a few crew memb…

One hundred years ago, the Cloudcomb Mountains crumbled to mud, flooding the interior of Amylte with earth, and burying most signs of human occupation under the Goathome Veldt. They buried the battle…

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