Whether I believed in the stories I had heard from the Citadel masters or not was unimportant. If the coin was plentiful, my services were for sale. Continue reading The Journal of Ostinyon – The Aetherialists, Bib & Boom
“Good coin. Better food.” U’tep said with a yawn as the morning sun began to rise spraying its warm rays upon the sodden Urth of which we sat. It would appear a solution had presented itself. Continue reading The Journal of Ostinyon – The Kragg of Ash
“Perhaps you will take the Black? Yes…the Black would suit you well. Peer beyond the Veil into the land of the dead before the great Black Throne and pluck your companions from the grips of the Lord of the Dead.” Continue reading The Journal of Ostinyon -The Cloak of the Fallen Abjurationist.
Now, the true question of any singular importance is where to begin? Surely not the beginning, certainly not. For the beginning has no intrinsic value. Nothing to add. No, I say we start in the year of 774. Continue reading The Journals of Ostinyon – The Ellvaar Captain and the ship Tide Breaker