Dragkor

    After a small numbers of years in disappearance, all my old binds had already faded, all were certain of my dismissal. I, still naive and eager to learn what I was capable of, left the Illithid Hive looking for a way to leave my mark on the world.    But this is not an easy thing to do, leaving a mark. So, first, I thought to only check what I was able to do. Confident of my great abilities, I took upon a great quest for a start. The quest was finding the lost tomb of the Tena, an old and lost Sinuvian family that was known to brave the south for many decades before settling in the north of Elentari. It was well known that the old family

    Argin stepped closer to the great door in the end of the corridor. He was anxious, it was the first time he would meet Master Vir Inel. He heard he was a disturbing man, always knowing what you were about to do, always a step ahead. And if that wasn’t enough, he had terrible powers… Everyone knew of the episode where he publicly controlled the Grand Meister and made him give away everything he had of worth. There were stories of when Alter simply used a house as artillery power … Only with his powerful telekinesis. Argin had already heard that if you take too many missteps with Inel Rimeron Alter, he ends up unleashing i

     The next few days of Wright’s life were … Strange. One thing could be told for sure: Wright was no longer felt empty: he was in a turmoil of emotions: Anger, anguish, fear, regret, sadness, hatred… All while he followed the stranger… The man who prompted all of this. He walked endlessly on the man’s path, stopping sometimes just to rest and eat.    In these days, the young hunter observed the big man and noticed a few disturbing things. Dam -- that was the temporary name Wright gave to the man -- never used money because his tone was enough to get whatever he wanted, without discussion. Wright never saw him

    So, In this section of the world I made a group of almost 200 people that live, excluded from the rest of the world. Here life is harsh and the big oasis is a natural paradise for them but, if they were all to stay around the oasis, big as it is, they would settle, grow ignorant of the surrounding world and slowly destroy the place they call a sanctuary. With several generations behind, order was now evident in their comportment: The people were divided into 5 clans, according to one's prowesses and way of living, that had different life styles and comportments. As they must stick together to survive and to progress a bit, be it in techno

    My life started in a small city named Jervus in the region of Romendili, near Eldarion border. The city - as usual Romendili cities - had a really low birth rate, having years were not even one kid was born. The city extreme calmness was broken only by the occasional trading caravans that passed from/to Eldarion, taking in food, shelter and books from the city.     I was born under the name of Varyan, meaning "Protected", daughter of Liannia and Nirmus, the first a writer and the second a hunter and leatherworker. I came to the world with the brown-copper hair of my father and the blue eyes of my mother. I would be perfectly common if n

     Wright was born in a small countryside village, his family was simple, his friends were simple, his city was simple. Wright was also simple, he lived in a simple house with his siblings, mother and father. Sadly, his mother had nothing worth of note, she did her share on the survival tasks, taking care of the home, the kids and of the finance. She did her best.     The father also had nothing special. He worked the field and traveled to buy things that were in need. He used to cut wood and stock it for the winter. He butchered the animals whenever needed. But on a second glance, he actually had something… Whenever he relaxed, you