I've received an anonymous letter with an offer for a simple job. Travel to a small town up north and steal a gem from a manor of some pompous merchant. Normally, I wouldn't take up a job without k...
Last month a bright streak lit up the night sky, brighter than any falling star I've seen. Whatever it was, it crashed far out in the south desert. Two days later rumors began to buzz around the ci...
In these harsh times, when those of my profession do not hesitate to stab each other in the back anymore, I wouldn't refuse a little help when it comes to buying my associates' silence... or silenc...
It’s been several months since I destroyed Gamall, and life’s been pretty good – I’ve finally been able to semi-retire to a decent apartment in a nicer part of the City. Those tumultuous events app...
The Dark Ages.
By now the power of Christianity is stable and widespread. It has settled into the Hammerite Abbeys, into the Pagan Sanctuaries and into every house. This plague of “faith” has ...
Last week I had a talk with an associate of mine, Tricky Nick. Nick is a small time gambler and cheat. We like some of the same taverns, but we aren't what you would call 'close'. So it was a su...
Last night, while I was drinking down my usual ale, something interesting came my way: Wexler, a too-rich-for-his-own-good art dealer, got hit by a heist. Word is, a band of thieves swiped a large ...
Lord Guldenberg might just be the wealthiest man in this part of
Hightowne. He's engaged in an ongoing competition with the other
nobles in this area, his two biggest rivals being Lord Ravenhurst...
I recently became acquainted with an antiques dealer called Khamed through a fence of mine, and he told me an interesting tale about the Empire of the Southlands.
Khamed's homeland is an arid, ...
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