The Teachings of Krothuum

Krothuum was a scar of stone and dust on the southern grasslands of Zhuru. Its walls were low, cracked things, more a mark of pride than a bulwark, and the gates gaped like broken teeth. Smoke clung above the city, not the holy incense of temples but the choking reek of coal-pits and forges, of …

Tale of a Bare Bodied Dancer

The tavern at the edge of the hinterlands was a tomb of smoke and stale mead, its rafters heavy with the stink of leather and sweat. The day’s victory had been bought in blood and ash, though what profit it yielded none could say. It was one of those ruinous campaigns, where mercenary contracts promised …

Rogue of the North

Prologue During the destructive and costly campaign through the northern Roedon territories, the imperial host of Zhuru came into direct conflict with the snow leopard peoples—native to the high valleys and glacier-fed passes. These leopards, though scattered and loosely bound by clan and oath, proved more than capable of resisting the organized military formations of …