Short stories from the world of Landria. A place full of magic, and ever growing. And a place full of characters I have grown to love (and love to hate), and many I do not know exist yet.
The folktale of Mori Ursgal, or the Running Waters of the Vast Plains. The rivers flow across the plains, bringing life to the now peaceful landscape, from the central twisting lake.
A lake born of magic, a peace between tribes, a new King who saved them all.
The opening section of a much larger project.
Deep in the undercity some hunt others, some hunt for information, some hunt for power.