A Ritual Report, by the Herald’s own Magrat Sage It has been said that until foxes have a storyteller the tales shall always favour the hunter and I find myself pondering this upon hearing what has been said of the ritual that Saylen performed at Al Qu’afar. I am not a lady of politics and…

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Jessica Marwood, an elf maiden of middling height. Dark of hair, and pale of complexion. Last seen with Elazar Hunter, son of Her Majesty Queen Eloise Hunter and His Excellency, the Arch-High Incantor of Erdreja, Lazarus Hunter, near Exeter Ritual Circle on the occasion of the Rescue of the Queen. Any information to the Hunters….

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During the last Gathering of Nations the faction was contacted by a demon messenger, and the information would prove vital to our fight to close the Hellmouth. The demon was able to reveal the location of one of the elemental stones that would help us reseal the portal. The stone, representing the element of Time,…

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A celebration of the life of the Renowned Antonio Da Fuera Antonio was a man who wasn’t afraid of adventure. That much must be said of a person who is ready to leave the confines of his island, the Isola de Benavente, to go and explore a world that hadn’t existed for him until a…

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Who are you? I am a hair from the head of the Father Shaman off the lynx clan, who are tribe of beastkin from the south west of Albion. The Father Shaman exists in a magical realm created for him by the Dragon, when Albion was in trouble he wanted to help so he sent…

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Calieb, King of the Lions of Lantia, has been named to the Barony of Loxley, in the Duchy of Keswick, by Her Majesty Queen Eloise Hunter. At the same ceremony, the Baron Loxley awarded Her Majesty the Freedom of Lantia, making our Queen a citizen of that archipelago. This is yet one more event which…

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An Account penned by Yaska, Lord of the Frozen Court, Dreadfrost of Albion The Provost Outpost, if such a thing could be named an Outpost served as little more than a hole in which fearful Beastkin, beardless Dwarves and simpleminded Uruks hid from the storm. From their lips spilled babble of missing boys, all of…

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