Welcome, traveller. You have now entered the Feyrlands.
Keep your wits about you, and your blade at the ready.
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Sergeant Vila Kiprik has survived many brutal missions during his thirty-year army career, but this last posting to Demon’s Deep is his deadliest yet. Top Brass need the mine working again for its rare quartz deposits, but the miners have gone AWOL, replaced by crazed savages.
Kiprik and his squad have been charged with taking back control, but this is no ordinary drive. Sinister forces more deadly than madmen hunt them in the shadows and that retirement up in the Duchy mountains soon begins to look like a pipe dream.
As reality itself breaks down, and magical charms fail against wild, untameable powers, Kiprik is thrown into a fight for survival, sanity and redemption. But do thirty years killing in the name of the flag put him beyond saving?
One thing is certain, a reckoning approaches, and it’s probably around the next bend.
Ides of the Feyrlands
It is with regret that the Council commands the Six Hundred to take every proactive action to combat this curse on our kin, this agent of sickness and insanity.
Excerpt from the Garacle. The Sedari tablets. circa hg.80
Hathod was his name, and his dominion the Red Plains of Eshendor to the Mogal Mountains. Seeing he was the only food left, the ostriches pecked out his eyes, then the brain from within his skull and the flesh from his bones.
Ranker’s Charge – Brax’s Campfire Tales
Some godly shield, a divine light, magic, who could say? But there was no liquefaction, no mangled features or deformed limbs.
Ranker’s Charge – The Miasma