Posts

The Personal Journal of Tovanii Daava, 24th of Ulsivet, 847 AC

-
The Personal Journal of Tovanii Daava, 24th of Ulsivet, 847 AC I saw her in the dream again. I am sitting on one of the Oldgarden rocks, the ones that look like fingers sticking out of the ground, knuckle lines and nails even. Maybe they were once giant statues that were buried in the Cataclysm, or maybe the dream just makes them look sculpted. I haven’t been back home in many years. From my perch on a fingertip, I can see her, frolicking in the grass, seeming simultaneously like an 11 year child and a 43 year old woman. I kick my legs softly against the cold stone and they are spindly twigs, not the scarred and muscular legs of a unity war veteran and former Silver Nail. There’s a swarthy man jumps through the field of grass and clover with my sister, possessed here of a sprightliness long lost in real life. His long beard brushes the grass and there is a mirroring effect, the grass from the ground and the grass from his face meeting at an imaginary horizon line, and abo...
Post a Comment
Read more

Silver Nails Deny Responsibility For Destruction of Leviathan Hunting Ship, Claim Sabotage Was Carried Out By Rogue Element

-
The Doskvol Reader, 8 th of Ulsivet, 847 AC Silver Nails Deny Responsibility For Destruction of Leviathan Hunting Ship, Claim Sabotage Was Carried Out By Rogue Element Doskvol, Akoros - In a shocking turn of events, well known mercenary group the Silver Nails has denied any responsibility for the recent destruction of Lord Scurlock’s flagship, the Inquisitor . The denial comes on the heels of a flyer campaign that claimed the Nails had destroyed the Inquisitor as retribution for the murder of a relative of one of their members. The flyers began appearing early on the 5 th of Ulsivet, and proclaimed that the Leviathan hunting vessel was destroyed because “he [Scurlock] needs to face retribution for the murder of Amosen Daava.” The flyers were signed on behalf of all of the Silver Nails. At time of writing, Mrs. Daava’s murder is still unsolved, and the Inquisitors could not be reached for comment. Today, Suresh Adilla, long-time leader of the Nails, issued the ...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Unity War, Pt. 1

-
TW: Domestic Violence, War The 37 th of Kalivet, 836 AC (After Cataclysm) (11 Years Ago) Corrill Bowman lay wide awake in a hammock, gently swaying along with the movements of the ocean. After three days of rough seas, the benign yaw of the ship should have put him right to sleep, but he could never find rest on the eve of battle. He shifted restlessly and stared up at the deck of the ship above him, straining in the low light to see where he’d carved Tovanii’s name into the wood. It was a childish thing to do, to be sure, but in many ways he was still a boy. When you’re taken out of Charhollow at the age of 16 and have a rifle thrust into your hands, you simultaneously grow up very fast and not really at all. He thought of the first time he’d seen Tovanii. It was love at first sight, and he wouldn’t have believed in that, and still didn’t, really. It was love at first sight not because Tovanii was a beautiful man (which he very clearly was), but because Corrill’s uni...
Post a Comment
Read more

A Raven's Journey, Pt. 4

-
It has been a long night, and the lone raven soars, through a downpour, seeking the updrafts from the factories, heading back home, to Bellwhether Crematorium. She found many bodies this night, but there are always many bodies to find; humans are far too fond of killing one another. She swoops down through the small door at the very top of the rookery’s spire, swooping into the main hall. The shrieking of burning ghosts is always present here, and the ravens that can’t handle the onslaught of noise and emotion are quickly cooked into pies. She lands on the perch that is solely hers - no other would dare to occupy it - and folds up her wings, preparing for sleep. A lone figure walks along the ravens’ perches, giving each raven a bit of meat in turn. The figure has the long-beaked bronze mask of the Spirit Wardens, and they wear the mask even though they wear the robes of a Raven Tender rather than the posh uniform of an agent. The largest piece of meat is for the raven we know best...
Post a Comment
Read more

A New History

-
While the nation states of Akoros, The Dagger Isles, Iruvia, Severos, Skovlan and Tycheros were all largely established prior to the Cataclysm, the character of these nation-states as we know them today was formed in the immediate aftermath of the event. After the separation of Kotar, each of the newly-immortal sorcerers commenced stewardship over one of these nations. The differing personalities of each sorcerer is reflected in the current state and power of these nations, and the radically different political and social natures of each nation is better explained by my theory than previous notions of history. Take, for example, the state of Akoros. With the ashes of the Cataclysm barely cooled, the Immortal Emperor seized control of power and immediately instituted a rigid bureaucracy that allowed them to wield power over the whole of the state, and eventually, the world. This control is reflected in the person of Akor, The Immortal Emperor, who by all accounts has always been a ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Whispers in the Dark

-
As a crow flies, it hears things. It hears goats pulling carts through the streets. The shriek of machinery in the factories, the gears and cogs eventually making the shiny things the humans so desperately need. The crackle of the lightning barriers and the white-noise howl of the ghosts outside. Mostly, though, the crow hears the babble of humans, speaking of their desires, their fears, their hopes, their deaths. It hears but does not understand. If it could understand, it would know that things are changing in the city of Duskwall. “Yeah, you heard about the Sashes and Lampblacks? Fought a war outside the Sashes temple last night. I went by on my way to the factory. Bodies just lying in the streets, the Wardens couldn’t even keep up. Looked to me like the Sashes knew they were comin’. Tore em to shreds with that whirlwind sword fighting. No sign of Baz, though. He must have hightailed it." “Hey Skov! Yeah, I mean you! You wanna buy this shit? Top quality Dusk right ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Factions of Duskvol

-
The Billhooks: A tough gang of thugs wielding hatchets and meat hooks. The Brigade: The fire-fighters of the city. Beloved for their life-saving heroism, or reviled for their looting and extortion rackets. Also known as “Sallies” (from “salamanders,” their ancient name). The Bluecoats: The City Watch of Duskwall, tasked with upholding the law. Known as the meanest gang in the city. Corrupt, violent, and cruel. Rigney used to pay them extortion money but stopped a year or two ago as the fees were getting too high. Cabbies: The public coach operators. They also breed the large Akorosian goats used to pull the carriages. An impressive gossip network. The Church of the Ecstasy of the Flesh: The “state religion,” if there is such a thing. They honor the life of the body and abhor the corrupted spirit world. Essentially a secret society. The Circle of Flame: A secret society of antiquarians and scholars; cover for extortion, graft, vice, and murder. Someone one of you is...
Post a Comment
Read more