Author: EMPallando

A Farewell to Baja

When I first joined the EM program, it only took until the end of my first Meet and Greet on Baja to know that was where I wanted to be. And thankfully, with the help of EM Seppo and Mesanna,…

Fanning the Flames

It is not the Town Criers or the whispers of a passerby, but the Royal Guard themselves that spread the word throughout Britain. On immediate notice, Queen Dawn is calling all able bodied members of the Guard or willing citizens…

A Gathering of the People (Update)

As mentioned at the event by the Queen, Sergeant Raynier has been moved to the dining hall within Castle British as an experimental measure by both Seppo and myself. This is a method to reduce our e-mail count and provide…

Red Clouds Gather

Zagros stretched his red wings in pride as he observed the small crowd of gargoyles that had gathered before him beneath the moonless night. Two dozen more new arrivals swelled the ranks of his young but energetic movement. For now…

A Gathering of the People

Recalling into Britain, you drop surprisingly into a thicker-than-usual crowd at the west bank. Surely there must be something serious going on? Weaving through to the edge of the crowd, you make out the voice of the Town Crier close…

Trubo’s Nightmare: Prophet and Prophecy

His mind awash in dark dreams, Trubo tossed and turned in his sleep, threatening to undo the bandages that covered much of his battered body. Trubo’s face winced in mental stress as images come rushing through. Flashes and images, barely…

Hunting the Past, Part 2

The words are on the lips of every town crier and the whisperings of every citizen, soldier, and rambling drunk that you encounter fill your ears. Though it is finally Yosh the guard that speaks plainly to you: He lets…

Hunting the Past

You hurry past the west bank, an urgent errand consuming your thoughts, and almost do not notice the town crier busying himself at the bank door. You are torn for only a moment before your curiosity, and that of a…

Shadows of the Fall

Madness and pain strangled Trubo as he staggered into his quarters, his body feverish and drenched in sweat. The powerful forces shackling his will had begun to come undone, threatening to shatter his frail sanity as it unwillingly unraveled. With…

Searching the Wind

You turn with a start, hearing a heavy knock at your door or feeling a firm tap on your shoulder as you sit at the bar. A messenger, his dark clothes mud caked from the long road, hands you a…