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Madness Of Wolfgang Handspiegel

I've been contacted lately in The Drunken Deer by a self-described old friend of Mr. Wolfgang Handspiegel, a local industrialist, philanthropist and an avid reader. He stated that after Mr. Hands...

The Lost City of Gazing Glass

You screwed up this time. It was supposed to be a simple hammerite chapel burglary just out of the city, but the terrible scream of a hammerite that caught you as you pierced a sword through his...

The Fall of Anduin Karol

Knock to my door woke me up. Three long and three short knocks. Urgent. An envelope slipped under my door signed by a City master spy and a small note attatched to it which said: "Ferre and L...