Tales from Thirodas - The HeadmatronMornings always came far too early in the Northern Continent. Madam Celinsea Turrig’s day began before the rest of the manor, but it didn’t make her any more of a morning person. She was the head of the servants employed by King Gerrion Porculus and Queen Harriet Brathedos; a rather prestigious and time consuming position. After assigning the duties of the day to each individual, it was Celinsea’s job to tend to the needs of the King’s ailing eldest son, Prince Warrick.Tales from Thirodas - The Headmatron by Inudono19
The boy fell victim to a dragonkin attack at an early age, leaving both his legs crippled. The King and Queen in their grief, offered a ridiculous amount of gold to any healer or cleric who could cure their son’s disability. While Madam Celinsea could not give Prince Warrick the use of his legs, she did develop a special chair for him to move about. After that, she was hired by the royal couple to tend to their son, and eventually manage their whole serving staff.
Celi was stunned to see Pr
Tales from Thirodas - The BodyguardA kairg caravan escort was one of the most dangerous, but highest paying jobs in all of Thirodas. If there was one thing the dwarven Stonelords loved more than beer and money, it was the value of their trading contracts; and they would put out exuberant amounts of gold to insure that caravans made it to their destinations safely. Unfortunately, bandits and thugs knew the value of these caravans too. That’s where dwarves like Shelly Highwinter come in.Tales from Thirodas - The Bodyguard by Inudono19
Born and raised down in the depts of Kairg-Duthlon, Shelly was pegged for bodyguard work at an early age. Able to swing weapons twice her size, and kill a man with a crossbow at 100 yards in pitch darkness, she was the Highwinter family’s pride and joy. When Shelly was selected as the new caravan escort for the contract with Starshore, she was all too eager to accept. However, nothing could have prepared her for the dragonkin attack.
Dwarves, humans, elves, even merfolk. Those were the types of bandits Shelly Highwinter was us
Tales from Thirodas - The Miner“This is a matter of great interest to the King, my Lord.” Magister Norren spoke with the tone of someone reading off a script; repeating the same line over and over. He was a short and stocky man, one who could be rationally mistaken for a tall dwarf. The more learned folk would know better however; dwarves don’t make for good mages. Norren Wheskley wore the garments of the Celestial Magistrate, more commonly known as the Royal House of Mages, in service to the King and Queen. They were simple robes for such a highly regarded position, usually one flat colour with star shapes along the trim. When questioned about the simplicity of their attire, a mage will often respond with: ‘Simplicity is an asset when throwing fire and lightning around.’ It was difficult to argue with their logic.Tales from Thirodas - The Miner by Inudono19
“As I have been told, several times.” Vinsen Dirk wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to his new title. He may be the Lord of Starshore now, but he would
Tales from Thirodas - PrologueThe village of Starshore was never a place of value. Its name comes from the beautiful view of the night sky from the shore line; and that’s all most folk say about it. Years of mediocrity however had kept the village peaceful, and its location kept the worlds conflicts far and out of the way. That peace lasted decades until the the day of The Fall; a meteor shower that was felt across the entirety of Thirodas. Starshore was decimated along with much of the Southern Continent; and it quickly became a place of refuge for survivors. After a time, the village sprouted back and began to thrive and grow, thanks in no small part to a local miner and the discovery of stariron.Tales from Thirodas - Prologue by Inudono19
Vinsen Dirk found a massive vein of glittering ore inside the mine he laboured. Not a single one of his peers and colleagues could recall seeing that metal before The Fall, but it was in such abundance that they all found it eerie and strange. Dubbed ‘stariron,’ partially for its appearance and in hono
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