“The Highlands are known for their reds. The slopes of Dragonback Ridge are elevated and the climate just right. I once tasted a vintage from Bellfleur vineyard bottled the year Varzin Albaster came to Renk that was not to be believed. Smooth and smoky, it lingered on the tongue. But, if you prefer whites, then I’d recommend something from Danfarthing.” Jerilyn of Colcester
“Cheap magik! Hah! That was grandfather’s great jest. He could never bring himself to admit that Spirit’s weave had value, much to the consternation of the others.” Wizard of the Blue Lagoon
“Back then, the Sangritharian Empire stretched from the western shores of Fanar to the Andurant River in the south and the Steppes of the Humadin to the north. The kingdoms of Sidona and Ambisant came later, after the Pearl Throne toppled. Cormane, Tanylcar and Umbari were all outlying provinces in the west, where little imperial gold was spent. The people had no great love for the God-Emperor and were ripe for rebellion. ” Jerilyn of Colcester
“My father? History has not treated my father well, Jerilyn. Sandwiched between Grandfather’s exploits and my own oft-exaggerated accomplishments, his deeds did not weather well the tests of time. Consider also his brothers. It is not so easy to stand tall amidst legends. ” Kandol Elf Lord
“Did you ever learn who she was, Jerilyn? … Who? … The dark-haired beauty, of course … You did! Tell me, it can’t matter now … Really! … I’d have never guessed.” The Wizard of the Blue Lagoon
Well, it turns out that wizards can hold a grudge. Tarik didn’t visit me the next week, or the week after that or the week after that. A full month passed before I saw his familiar form trudging down the streets of Arvon. After all those no-shows, I hadn’t prepared one of my so-called feasts and could only offer a loaf of crusty bread and a hunk of cheese.
“The spirit world remains a mystery to me, Jerilyn. It did not exist before the Reckoning and is the province of your kind.” Kandol Elf Lord
“Today, it’s easy to see, but back then it wasn’t. He concealed his true self in shadow, hiding his black heart behind a fair mien.” Jerilyn of Colcester
“I did meet a Bardalla once. He was a man of power, though his power was not the arcane might of the Spires, he wielded a different power altogether. I was reminded of the Bardalla by Dommler the Mad. Once a promising crusader in the Church of Anir, he turned his back on his faith and became a mystic steeped in the lore of the ancient world. He told me once that he spoke with spirits.” Wizard of the Blue Lagoon
“Darmyn the Righteous was a throwback to the golden age of Sangrithar, when the God-Emperors ruled free of the curse. The son of Tormyn Blackheart and grandson of the Dreamer, Darmyn fought against the madness lapping him like a pup starved for affection every day of his glorious reign. His legions defended the weak, his coffers fed the poor, his temples celebrated every god and through his good works, he cleansed Sangrithar’s honor of his father’s stains. The circumstances of his death were sudden and never made public, though most believe he fell at the hand of his son, Tardyn the Slayer.” Jerilyn of Colcester