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Prologue: Part 4

This is the Prologue. It tells of what came before.   4 Decadent robes hiked up to his waist, a wrinkled man wearing more jewelry than clothing ascends the stairs at as fast a clip as he can muster. Those among the living he passes salute or bow to him, but he pays them no mind: he is too focused on blocking out the nauseating squish that accompanies his every step. Every few meters, he is forced to move around the form of a fallen soldier, and in most cases, there is no way to av

The Loquacious Lord Grimm

The Loquacious Lord Grimm

Prologue, Part 3

This is the Prologue. It tells of what came before.     3 From his viewpoint high atop the Spire, Captain Vlish is able to see the first glimmering star emerge, if only through his periphery. His eyes, like the eyes of the eighteen soldiers under him, are fixed upon the gold-trimmed double doors that are the only entrance to the Imperial Throne Room. From beyond the doors pours the terrible sound of combat: steel against steel, bodies falling to the floor, suits of armor rolling d

Prologue, Part 2

This is the Prologue. It tells of what came before.   2 The Spire in Solaria is hailed as one of the great wonders of the modern world. Its porcelain walls rise a majestic ten stories above the rest of the Empire's capital, and can be seen from afar throughout much of he surrounding region. It is a fitting reminder to the citizens of Solaria and the Empire beyond of the supreme power and might of the Empire, and the purity that it represents. Even those in the Far Continents know

The Loquacious Lord Grimm

The Loquacious Lord Grimm

Prologue, Part 1

This is the Prologue. It tells of what came before.   1 She turns from the portal site swiftly, unconsciously straightening the mess that the teleportation ritual has made of her hair. While her research and scry-scouting has been thorough, and the magical precaution to push the adventurers through the enemy wards even more thorough, there is always the risk of something going wrong on the other side. Time is of the essence, and there is still much to be done. Her focus is now on

Forward

A little over ten years ago, I stumbled across a game on a shareware disc. That game was different than the rest: there were people to talk to, a world to discover, a war to fight on a person-to-person basis. Instead of playing a preformed character, I took control of a team, forced to be dynamic to be successful, and forced through circumstances beyond their control, to become the saviors of their world. That game was Exile II.   I'd never played an RPG before, and as a freshman in high scho
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