Joma, 34th of The Deep Cold, 1341 ::*:: If the event of myself failing to attend a class should take place – something I shall do my utmost to avoid – I, by means of this letter, request a recording to be made of the lesson so that I may not lose on the knowledge…

Kamees, 5th of Suns Smile, 1341::*::*:: First Lesson: History: :: ——————– :: ——————– ::Replace

Ahad, 15th of Suns Smile, 1340 ::*:: “Can anyone tell me what the main thing the Guild wishes to uphold is?”, asks Archmage Ogland ::*:: Apprentice Jon responds: “Balance?” The other apprentice Elindor speaks an Elvish term: “Meracahe”. “It’s an Elven word for balance of all things, both light and dark, this world and beyond”,…

Tolta, 17th of Suns Smile, 1336 ::*:: The Orcs start a war and the Elves offer their aid. Wounded Krugmar soldiers enter Laurelin with battle reports; there are not many. ::*:: Shouts to reclaim land are made, curses for Humans and Dwarves resound in the air, and many arm themselves for an impeding onslaught.::*:: ::The…

I have frequented the path by this abode often, and have decided to inform ye that I find it a delightful residence. An apology for helping myself to the farm, although I have made sure to reseed promptly. :: I have refrained from indulging the urge to bake a cake with your exceptionally well hidden…

Welcome is sleep, more welcome the sleep of stone :: Whilst crime and shame continue in the land; :: My happy fortune, not to see or hear; :: Waken me not – in mercy, whisper low. ::*::*:: But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait:: At the portcullis, at thy castle gate:: Longing to…

I and Strife have gone hunting to the East. We will return before long.

((Narrator)): The day begins as young Dane enters through Alras Gate. He stares in wonder at the shops, browsing here and there at the many wares available in the markets . A strom rolls among the heavens; lightning likes whips crack down from between sinister clouds, alighting roof tops. The ground itself smoulders from the…

Originally a repose for miners returning from their labours underground, the closing of the Laurelin Mine has meant fewer pay a visitation to The White Grove. :: Now the birch trees and flowing pond are a destination for a handful of local residents seeking tranquility. :: The author of this book himself is fond of…