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QuoteRizia, where all the sand is a stronghold for the Hundred Princes who stalk its dunes, the many ruined monuments that dot its entirety so soaked in old hatreds that it is said that the sun itself bears down upon the backs of those who dare cross it with such ferocious revenges. These distant reaches hold many secrets and locales both splendorous and terrific - the holy depths of the Martyr's Mark, the mysterious Stones of Naraj, the fortress of Slaver's Gulch - but chiefly among them is surely the Great Pyramid of Rizia where the greatest servants of the old masters of the world were laid to rest. Its labyrinthine depths are said to hold a thousand vaults, its levels a hundred layers deep, deep enough to perhaps reach even the very underside of the Disc.
Thusly I call upon thee, ye pilgrims, ye faith-lorn. Arise! The call for the Cup clamors neverending.
How far dare ye venture the Pyramid's depths in search of the holiest of holy?
QuoteA sailor sits by his lonesome at the Krak des Roses, served by the good man Jodfry. Nursing a wine cheaper than water, the sailor attempts numerous times to strike up a conversation with the Master of Wines, but the latter proves no good company to someone penniless and smelling of strange smoke, old salt and cheap spices. At long last he instead turns to you for company. Within minutes, the sailor's silvered tongue uncoils and enraptures not just you, but an audience nearby. He speaks with the practiced cadence and charismatic confidence of a man whose only purpose in life up until this point seems to have been to meet with you, here, tonight, solely so that he could tell you these words.
Do you listen?
QuoteStrange Sailor: The Sea of Pearls holds many mysteries. Rare ruins lost below her azure and emerald waters and terrors of the dark even lower beneath where sunlight finds no purchase. Dark things lay there, anchored and awaiting, darkly dreaming. Furious things there slumber with too many eyes and too many teeth. But those are not the tales to be told to you tonight. No, instead, I shall spin you another yarn.[/hide]
Strange Sailor: Tell me... have you heard of the Dead Siren? They say that the black ship is so fast on the open waters that it may outpace even death itself. Three-hundred years have her black sails terrorized the shine of our seas, helmed by the captain Liva Trazant. Ceaseless, they call her. Undying. Immortal.
Strange Sailor: And her treasure, you ask? Stolen from a sultan ages ago, but said to never have been spent. Which means it must still be out there, somewhere...
At that point the sailor smiles to show salt still lingering his lower lip, even so far away from the nearest port. He pulls out what appears to be an ancient fragment of a map and holds it out for you for you to take a better look, but only for a moment: he seems quite possessive of it. You catch a glimpse of the name of an island, somewhere amidst the Sea of Pearls. Luca Ferra. The sailor turns to face you, catching your gaze and holding it with his own. He raises an eyebrow as crooked as his smile.
Strange Sailor: So. Will you help me look?
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The King is dead.
After the Ringfall, all that separated his once disparate people has collapsed. The threat of the endless tide of the Nothing has been eliminated, but it has completely destroyed many of the former Outer Rings. Yet the Great Ash Desert remains and the jewels of great cities such as Ba'zeel, Kha'esh and Ephia's Well still stand. What's left of the world is a barren wasteland, but there may yet be hope for restoration as many search for a way to restore life to the sands. How hard must a heart be to survive in a world where water is more valuable than gold?
The King is dead. His world is dying. Who can save it?
QuoteThe wind whirls, the sands scour. To the backdrop of beleaguered refugees wandering into Ephia's Well we hear of ancient things finding themselves upturned and rumors of a Cup, hidden amidst the wastes, waiting to be found. Weary as you may yet be: rest as in your home here, strangers. Live and drink.
QuoteThe Story Thus Far
The King is dead.
After the Ringfall, all that separated his once disparate people has collapsed. The threat of the endless tide of the Nothing has been eliminated, but it has completely destroyed many of the former Outer Rings. Yet the Great Ash Desert remains and the jewels of great cities such as Ba'zeel, Kha'esh and Ephia's Well still stand. What's left of the world is a barren wasteland, but there may yet be hope for restoration as many search for a way to restore life to the sands. How hard must a heart be to survive in a world where water is more valuable than gold?
The King is dead. His world is dying. Who can save it?
QuoteMs. Yucky Lucky:
[Preceded by an exhalation of cigarette smoke:] ...let it never be said I don't pay my gambling debts. Due to... technical difficulties, last lottery's winner's pot was not paid out, and due to aforementioned troubles, I had to recoup some losses. Luckily for all of you, I tend to put the fortune in 'unfortunate'. I've decided to hold a special competition - all of you, against all of me. Think you can end my winning streak? It'll be pay to play, as per usual - 2,000 groats an entry to add to the pot.
...see you soon.
