malikjoker | July 29, 2010
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Perched on the top of the black cliffs of the Porthmos River sat the thriving city of Oppara, capital of the Taldan Empire. The massive and majestic Grand Bridge of the Empire, a three thousand year old magically strengthened, mithril Dwarven wonder, connected the city to the far southern shores nearly two miles away. The two harbors surrounding the city were so crammed with trading vessels the water was barley visible.
Oppara was the apex of modern culture and sophistication; it was so large that the city boasted fifteen separate districts, most of which housed the finest shops and restaurants in all of the Inner Sea. Six thousand years of trade and expansion had helped Oppara become one of the greatest cities in the entire world. It certainly was the wealthiest and examples of that wealth could be seen all over town, sometimes ridiculously so. At one point in Oppara’s history all of the buildings were topped with gold, earning it the nickname “The Gilded City”. Those days were long past and the gold had been gone for centuries, but the nickname endured. (more…)
Category: From Oppara with Love, Serial Novel and Novella |
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Curn Bounder | July 14, 2010
The Arch of Aroden bridged the expanse of blue water that divided Avistan from Garund. The colossal structure also stood as the gateway from the Arcadian Ocean into the Inner Sea. Though navies often clashed on the disputed waters of the Inner Sea, mariners still expressed feelings of comfort and security once they passed under the Arch, returning from the vast, unknown expanse of the Arcadian Ocean. In that regard, it served as both a bridge for two continents and a border between the known and the unknown.
It was the wonder of the massive monument and the sight of the vast ocean that lay beyond that caused the deck hand to cease polishing the rail and stare out at the wondrous vista. Sailors in Oppara’s taverns often spoke of this marvel, but seeing its beauty for himself nearly brought tears to his eyes. (more…)
Category: Serial Novel and Novella, Spit and Polish |
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NicodemisFinch | July 11, 2010
The black-cloaked figure fed a steady stream of silk rope over the side of a stone bridge, pulling it from a bag much too small to have contained such a length. To avoid unnecessary attention in the endless subterranean darkness around him, Seth risked only the dimmest light from his hooded lantern, but still worried that the faint glow might capture the attention of any horrors lurking nearby. Yet, the light had been necessary when he tethered one end of the rope to the railing’s intricate stonework and would continue to be necessary until the rope was played out. As he worked, Seth sang a tune in his head to keep the stress of the moment at bay. He was more intimate with “The Lyre of the Clockwork Titan” than any other song in his canon. (more…)
Category: The Lyre of the Clockwork Titan |
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Zuxius | July 9, 2010
South of Katheer, Temple Interior
25 26 ? Pharast 4709 AR
I feel horrible and I can’t remember all the details of the past days. What I am certain of, is that something is inside me, changing me. This temple was never a place of good worship…I realize this now. It is a prison, kept secret by the Dawnflower priests to hide from the world something too terrible to imagine. I made a mistake going ahead. I should have returned to Katheer. My greed got the best of me. Now, a smothering presence lies within, growing more powerful by the minute. I am doomed. I hope that whoever recovers this journal can save me. I remember some things that happened this past day or two, but not everything. I am powerless to stop what is coming. It pains me to write this down. The presence inside me is against it. (more…)
Category: Pathfinders of Qadira, Serial Novel and Novella |
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Montalve | July 6, 2010
Some of you may be one of the lucky to have participated at PaizoCon. If so, you received your free copy of Wayfinder 3 at that time. But now the rest of us will be receiving or downloading (paizo.com) our own copies. In celebration of the gorgeous work of art this fanzine has become, Pathfinder Chronicler officially calls the next seven days, ”Week of Wayfinder. “ During this time we will be publishing our original submitted stories to Wayfinder #3. At midday starting tomorrow, you will be able to read them right here!
This image is the cover of the Wayfinder #3 done by the very talented Hugo “Butterfrog” Solis, check for more of his art ay Deviant Art.
Category: Announcements |
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Montalve | July 2, 2010
by Ernesto “Montalve” Ramirez
art by Hugo “Butterfrog” Solis
It had been a trap since the beginning. She had felt it, but being among strangers she had not been sure they would have listened to her advice. Besides which, time being of the essence, they could spare no delay due to doubt.
Now standing in the midst of mountains of grain they were surrounded by creatures out of some nightmarish Ustalavian folktale, gaunt, skeletal men; their eyes burning with blue fire and their bodies shrouded in black cloth; armed with wicked scythes of clear keleshite design. A dark fog clouded the air and stole the sound from around them. The creatures’ numbers doubled their own.
Jordan found it ironic that she had to travel so far from Canterwell, alla the way to Absalom in order to confront her first undead, but as she drew her longsword she decided that she wouldn’t allow them to be her last. (more…)
Category: Paved in Good Intentions, Short Story |
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Tags: Absalom, Iomedae, Jordan Fenix, Pathfinder Society, Silent Tide
Zuxius | July 1, 2010
by Theodore V. Thopmson
art by Kevin “Callous Jack” Coleman
“Oh don’t kill me! Please!” the old man begged on his knees while the sound of violins played in the next room. Above him stood a man with two jagged swords at his side wearing black leather. His helmet was shaped like an insect’s head and the music drowned out the man’s pleas for his life.
“Get up Judge, it’s me,” said the ominous figure before him.
“Oh my, you gave me a start. How did you get in here?” the fearful man trembled.
“Judge, I told you not to leave the theatre until the show is nearly over. It’s going to happen tonight. Your assassin is poised to strike. Don’t give her an opportunity.” The man took off his bug-like helmet to reveal a mask hiding his upper face. (more…)
Category: Short Story, The Black Mantis |
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