Nobody in Particular
Wren
Knows what every court on the continent ate for supper.
The emperor is dead. The empire hasn’t noticed, yet.
In development, for PC
One province on the rim of a dying empire. Yours.
They remember what you answer.
Every deed comes down to the die.
Win the siege, then lead the assault yourself.
It likes to be petted.
Some of these people you’ll find. Some you’d better hope don’t find you.
Nobody in Particular
Knows what every court on the continent ate for supper.
Notary of Qasira
A notary who cannot lie.
Cast out of the Sunward Choir
Expelled for singing the dragons’ lullaby wrong.
Assassin, at a better rate
Came to kill you, and changed her mind for money.
Exile of the Ehr
She killed her rider. She has chosen a new one.
The Ninth Lantern
Fled the imperial archive with a satchel of her ancestors’ dust.
Lord-General of the Legions
The legions would follow him into the sea, and he would walk along the bottom.
Regent of Zenavar
Ran the civil service from behind the emperor’s chair for twenty years. She has no intention of leaving it.
No store page yet.