Ulthuan

How bad was it? Story-telling wise I mean.

I only read the Gav one for High Elves. It seemed perfunctory, but no more so than a lot of the other in-house fiction. I thought it was generally well received? (Maybe I read an online review somewhere? Cant remember.)

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Day Eight – Epilogue The end of the battle was nothing like what the legends said it should be. There were no cheers, no celebrations, no shouted hurrahs. Everyone was too tired for that. There was a dazed stumbling as the warriors went about their work: searching the battlefield for survivors or s...

Day Seven – Part Four Rage. That was all he could feel. An all consuming anger, like a fire in his gut that spread out and consumed his limbs. He loosed his bow. The arrow flew out into the night. He did not know if he had hit the target or not; his only concern was notching the arrows to string, f...

@everyone My apologies! I'm afraid other life intruded. I had to move across country. (And not one of those little postage stamp countries. Y'know, where you open your back gate and suddenly you are in Luxembourg! No we are talking multiple time zones and climates!) Now that I am settled in my new p...

Day Seven – Part Three Narrin’Tim dove for his sword. He slammed into the ground just short of the thing and stretched his hands out for the scabbard. He heard the skeleton warrior stomp over to his side, felt a leather sandal upon his back, and he panicked. He flailed back with his hand while roll...

Day Seven – Part Two Running. That was all his world was. Running. Loping across a battered wasteland. Being sent hither and yon at the jerk of the Shadow Walker’s index. Gigantic boulders pulverized the flatlands ahead, like the telltale aftermath of a titan’s hammer blows, they left nothing but c...

Welcome Anathar! From what I've been told, yes indeed Lothern as a settlement and fortress predates the founding of the Ever Empire. It apparently has been settled and resettled for some time during the 'dawn mists' when Ulthuan was populated by scattered clans and kingdoms. Even then its geographic...

@T Those were terrible times. Tanith was there, and he told me about it. Beyond the massive invasion was all the nonsense happening in Lothern. The court was split over the reports: some refusing to believe that there were goblins on Ulthuan at all; others believing it was some Druchii trick, a dist...

@Rod Ah, I see the problem! :) Yes, that battle is often recounted as being of 'Five Armies' - thanks in no small part to the often misconstrued accounts of a certain other chronicler. But there were in fact Six Armies! [-X See what is not so commonly known is that in that battle, arrayed against th...

Day Seven There was the ocean. Its grey waters rolling and breaking upon the rocks of the isle. A morning mist hovered above the waves and the gravel beach. Through it he could make out the lines of the Lothern warship sitting at anchor in the outer edges of the bay. The grey-blue light of the pred...

Day Six – Part Four Shado’Layk just stood there, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide, but not looking at anything. And Willem was all a fierce grin, clapping him on the shoulder telling him it was a fine fight. But the Lowlander just stood there, still not looking at anything. Tim knew how he felt. The...

Day Six – Part Three “What are they?” Tim whispered. “Men folk,” Tanith said with a glower. “From the old colonies in the north. They worship the dark powers now and come raiding upon the seas.” The old Rover paused as he contemplated the scene in the valley below them. “But they seldom come to Nag...

Day Six – Part Two The Shadow Warrior, Narrin’Tim (Tim to his friends!), walked across the grey gravel beach and stared at sweep of heath rising above. Even the grass of this place seems dead, he thought, gazing at the rustling grey of the slope. He turned. Behind him the Hawkship, ‘Harvest Moon’, ...

Day Six It was early morning. The world was all indigos before the sun’s first light, and Tim stood high above the Hawkship ‘Harvest Moon’, in the spindly bobbing world that was the Crow’s Nest. His elbows rested on the walls on the lookout, his eyes drifted out into that miasma of blues and greys....

Ah the Sea Rovers! A fascinating people. :D Also known as the Islanders, they are the ragtag survivors of the Sunken Lands of Nagarythe, forced by circumstance into a lifestyle of oceanic wandering where they subsist in a life of fishing, scavenging, and occasional trading. They are known to wander ...

Day Five – Part Three “Flotsam off the port bow!!” Tim looked up. It was early evening and as the sun was seeking His bed in the west, the rain clouds had returned and brought a grey pall with them. The ship was slipping silently through the cold northern waters now, much of the crew like him, sitt...

I'm intrigued by Shadow Prince Rage, any plans to chronicle his tale? I'm afraid that I do not know! I just tell the tales that Tim tells me. And I'm gradually learning not to make any commitments or predictions when it comes to my time here at Ulthuan.net. I am completely at the whim of the Nagara...

Day Five – Part Two Tim shimmied up the rope to the next set of rigging, examining the knots as he had been shown. He was forty feet above the deck now, and the sun had finally come out; bright blue skies, with only rain clouds on the horizon. He closed his eyes and drank in the salty air. Felt the...

Day Five Narrin’Tim awoke to a feeling of gentle rocking. He opened his eyes. He was curled up in a half size hammock suspended between struts in one of lower holds of the ship. All around him was jammed with barrels, netting, and more sleeping elves. A single ship’s lantern burned dimly from where...

Day Four – Part Three Evening had come once more, bringing with it a chill mist and drizzle. Tim and the others had made it back to camp just as the last light of the sun was setting in the west, and having handed over the envoy’s sword to Palin’Tanith, had just enough time to grab a cold meal (and...

if I may be so bold A lack of boldness never was Spires' problem! :D (I mean, he sank Ulthuan after all.... :roll: ) (And denied me my fuchsia! For which I...shall...be...avenged!!! :twisted: ) @Aicanor You remember that 'coffee spilt' incident? Yeah. Well I was the one being dragged out by the ear...

@T and M Hmmm, I'm not sure if I can shed much light on this discussion. :-k When I was among them, the Nagarathi were noticeably reluctant to speak about Spite's background. There was a lot of talk the likes of "If Spite were here...." or "What would Spite do...." but almost not...

Day Four – Part Two “Why do they wear dresses?” Tim wondered aloud. There were a series of grunts around him as the other recruits struggled loading one of the heavy provision barrels into the beached longboat. The barrel was filled to the brim with rope and mat-work and weighed a ton. Finally, wit...

Day Four Tim stood on the beach alongside the four other recruits. His ‘brothers’ now, he guessed. It was early morning and the sun had yet to burn off the night’s fog; the sea was one thick gray soup. He could just barely make out the jut of black rocks from which he had first spied the Shadow Pri...

Prince of Spires wrote:Nice reference to the Ku'Chi tunnels Visited there?

Hehe! Caught that did you? Yes, indeed. Many a moon ago....

Prince of Spires wrote:But that's a whole different adventure, dating before even this one.

Sounds like a story!


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Day Three – Part Three It was sundown and finally the rain had broke, and the glorious reds and russets of the sinking sun drifting to his bed in the far west painted the marsh into a whorl of golds and ochers; the sky into bands of pink and violet. The breeze was clean, and carried a strong scent ...

What can I say, music critique is murder in Athel Loren Hehe! Smiths in Nagarythe that can repair the holiest piece of armour worn by the Shadow Prince himself... 0 apparently. Duct tape counts!! that's how the druchii came to use the repeating crossbow; it was originally a colonial weapon, adapted...

@Maki Wait! You guys eat those tiny bears in your forest?! The ones with the little rainbow designs on their chests!? Is this when they don't sing kumbaya loud enough??? :shock: Oh and I spoke to Tanith. He said colonials don't get to use cardinal points. That they 'barely get to use metal or fire'....

Day Three – Part Two Tim pulled himself further up the muddy bank. He was drenched to the bone, so scarcely now noticed the pouring rain. He gasped, blinked, and tried to sit up. When that failed he just flopped on his back and lay there, sucking air and raindrops alike. The Lowlander moaned and wa...