Water cascaded out of the skies, pouring across the southern lands of Radregar and flooding the countryside around Eastpoint. Drenched, Mavri and Esevar hurried along the valley behind the battalion. Their boots, full of water, sloshed through the muddy streams. Mavri pushed a drifting branch aside, leaving it swirling in the eddy of her passing. Continue reading East Storm Company 6
Of course, Kelren thought bitterly, as he held open the tent flap and contemplated the tumultuous heavens. Rain splattered endlessly just out in front of him. The Isle of Dusk may have fallen, and I have sent my underlings to investigate…and now a hurricane. If Relis and Eltha had sent news by teleported message or by bird, their communication would be lost in the storm. When his spell charm had initially dimmed, Kelren had first considered damage of the device itself. When the blacksmith and he had verified there was none, he had considered going in person—either to Sheld or Saanazar, or to the Isle of Dusk itself. Continue reading East Storm Company 5
The great storm of 1481 came raging out of the Grey Sea with the violent speed of an ocean god. For weeks, the typhoon had warned of its arrival with thunderstorms and flooding rains, but when he spotted the worst of the hurricane to the west, Captain Guthon of the Boundless Star hurriedly ordered the galley to put in towards shore. The storm gained on the vessel and the passenger ship that was its charge, eager to rake at the terrified crew with its windy claws, or drown them with its oppressive downpour. Continue reading East Storm Company 4
“Ha, you want to do it?” Ralist asked, smirking and rubbing the back of his scalp as they walked along the shadowy road of Eastpoint’s north-easternmost district. Ralist’s hair still looked damp. Continue reading East Storm Company 3
The gradually rolling hills of south-east Radregar were home to scattered forests, secluded forest tribes—human and Primal—and the occasional civilized town that owed its loyalties and taxes to the bustling port of Eastpoint. One such town, a particularly remote village called Velend’s Grove, had recently taken up arms against the city. And so, the rolling hills became a temporary home for yet another group—a full battalion of East Storm Company mercenaries. Continue reading East Storm Company 2
It had been after sunset when Tirak arrived in Eastpoint. He had come most of the way from Saanazar along the Raderan coast, skipping from fishing ship to fishing ship. It had cost him a pretty coin, but not as much as chartering passage on a proper ship out of the port. As such, he had been let off a few miles to the west of Eastpoint’s busy harbour, and had walked the final stretch along a dusty old road. The blue light of the twilight had been interrupted only by his arrival at a ring of torchlight by Eastpoint’s only land gate. Continue reading East Storm Company 1