…but it is always darkest just before the dawn.
Night has fallen over the harbor warehouse in Vridish that has become Ostia’s home.
When Zuldane finally woke up, he was lying flat on his back staring up at rough stone.
Gretchen stands stoically in the shadows in the port city of Vridish.
Ostia stared across the empty room he shared with his dwarven sailors.
There is still no Warchief and I fear this chaos may destroy the Orcish people.
You swear to write down all I say, just as I say it? Good. There is much to say.
Civil war erupts in Eragdush.
“I’ve confirmed it myself, sir,” Dram told his commanding officer.