In a tavern in the crowded port city of Zolem, Eastern Seppora, an elf sits on the counter requesting for more booze. Half-alive due to drunkenness and reeking of the stench of alcohol and maybe if one sniffed deeper, pain and sorrow. Yes this was one sorrowful elf as he had done the unimaginable. This elf who's name was Ilkrig from Nordur in the north of Seppora was a broken man and he came to this tavern every single day to drink himself to oblivion. "Oi, ye piece o' shit…" said the barkeeper in the seaside Zolem accent, "…you haven't missed a day in me tavern in over a year, yeh?". "One of these days, ye'll drink the whole of Zolem's booze stash dry and I'll have no more to give to other of me customers". "…Oi shut up and pour me another cup bozo" replied Ilkrig in drunken stupor.Ilkrig is, or maybe you can say "was" a death-merchant. The death-mercahants are a small force of specially trained assassins who nobles used to settle scores once and for all. They helped start and end f
THE CASTLE OF THE 7 SEATS, ELWYRM… The 7 Houses of the Imperium sat in fellowship on the roundtable. The roundtable was in the center of the great hall of the palace where the meeting of the Imperium held. It was surrounded by seven golden stools which was said to have been cast from the melted throne of the last king. The council sat regularly to discuss matters of state as well as political matters. On the roundtable around which sat 7 nobles from the 7 Great Houses of the Imperium, there was a giant map of the realm of Seppora carved into the solid mahogany wood and painted showing the different towns, cities, lakes, rivers, forests and mountain ranges of Seppora. The 7 house of the Imperium are: the Castors, a family of warriors headed by Lord Bjorn Castor, The Lyrons, artisans and craftsmen headed by Lord Eric Lyron; The Freyons, an elven family who intermingled with humans and settled and lived among the people of Seppora and fought alongside some noble families during the Gr
Tartum was a very nuanced town. One of the few places in Seppora where it seemed like the rich and poor ate from the same table. The townspeople were always a bustling bunch and even under curfew the nightlights of most homes were still on and singing could be heard from the rambunctious bunches that spent their days wages swallowing kegs of frothy mead and cheap diluted wine in taverns. The curfew was as a result of the consular order from the Imperium and the bounty placed on Smith's head. While Kyra and Smith had been making their slow crossing through the Slarap woods, the Imperium had issued a desertion order for him to be caught dead or alive. Neither Smith nor Kyra had been aware of this order although Smith knew in the back of his head that it would come. He was in Tartum now receiving treatment as he thought about his next course of action whether to go into hiding or go underground. Meanwhile… After paying for the inn she decided to go downstairs to the Golden Inn's taver
It had been four days and the duo of Kyra and Smith had yet to encounter another traveler, not even Guards or lumberjacks, and certainly not bandits. Their food and water supply was more or less exhausted because they were two now, Kyra being the extra mouth to feed. If it were only Sarsson, he would have managed his supplies till he got to Tartum but now they had to find at least a water source. The gentle forest breeze blew on the duo as it carried the scents of fresh and decayed leaves rolled together in one and the smell reminded them of the circle of life. They had eaten the last of Smith's dried beef the night before and the Smith came to the realization that Kyra hadn't packed any supplies, not even a dagger to kill game with. How did this foolish girl want to undertake a journey of almost a week with just the clothes on her back? In fact he was going to ask her. "So now that we've exhausted my food and water what are we going to live on for the remaining half of the way?" S
Magic is the bedrock of the world of Tempora and is present in every living being be they plant or animal. Only mages however can harness this magic and use it to their advantage. The magic system in Tempora allows the users to use an array of magic archetypes with the main ones being fire magic, water magic, wind magic, earth magic, and nature magic. These five types of magic and be intricately combined to create several other things. These intricacies are very important and thus incantations are required to achieve them. For example, a mage can conjure a piece of glass by combining fire and earth magic and saying an incantation. A mage can conjure mead by combining water, wind and nature magic to the right proportions. This involves a lot of magic control and a mage must have gone through some rigorous magic training to be able to easily achieve this. THERE ARE TWO FORMS OF MAGIC: - Combat magic - Non-combat magic Combat magic is the use of magic to fight and defend onese
"Hey girl, wake up....", "Are you awake yet?" Kyra kept hearing as she slowly came back to her senses. It was morning and her eyes were overly sensitive due to her long period of unconsciousness. As her vision went from blurry to clear she saw a blonde, handsome man. He was lean but quite chiseled and for some reason, he had a bandage around his ribcage and shoulder. She tried to move but all to no avail. Suddenly the events of last night began to come back to her. The Imperium Guard soldier...Oh no, why was she tied up? What did he do to her? What was he going to do to her? "Mmmm...mmm....", she tried to say something but her mouth was gagged. "Are you talking to me or are you trying an incantation?" Sarsson removed the piece of clothing from her mouth allowing her to talk. "You dog!!! Why have you bound me?", "You're lucky I don't know any incantations or I'd have turned you into a damn worm" Kyra spat out. Before Smith could give one of his witty replies she continued "I hope you
In a dimly lit room in the Fort Mildred, two silhouettes converse. "How can an entire unit of fully armored guards lose to a band of filthy villagers?", "Send another unit, and I'll pay you double!!!" says Sir Eron Chirol. "You fool, I just lost a whole unit to a bunch of villagers and you want me to send another one?" asked Commander Volksgold. "I am not responsible for the incompetence of your soldiers, that's your problem " Sir Chirol retorted. "Things didn't go according to planned and mind you, the authorization for that operation was forged," Commander Volksgold said furrowing his brows. "No one must know about it Eron...", Sir Eron Chirol's eyes begin to get redder as his breathing becomes constricted. His pupils dilate as he holds on to his throat and falls to the ground choking, a poisoned dart lodges in his neck. A figure appears from the shadows of the dimly lit room and Volksgold drops a pouch of gold on the table. "Here's your payment Hela, good job, take the body with y
Meanwhile............. Kyra stood on a rock at the edge of the dense Slarap woods south of the capital of Seppora, Elwyrm. Who was she and how did she get here? Well, it all began 10 years ago.... ------------------------------------------------ "Your great power will bring you great suffering, but you will also do great things", these words kept ringing in Kyra's. She had been told those words by her dying mother. She didn't want to do anything aside from having her parents with her again and being back home with them working on the farms. Kyra was originally from the realm of Garnia across the sea to the north of Seppora an also predominantly human realm with arable land and resources. Seppora's Imperium had rallied it's force in a bid to annex Garnia because they felt that the human realms should be under one central rule. This sparked a conflict and Garnia was invaded and forced to be vassal to Seppora due to the war reaching a tipping point and forcing the king of Garnia to
Two days after the assembly, the Imperium Guard were upon Lerdia, led by Ursa Equitos, an Imperium knight who was given veto power to thrash the rebellion in Lerdia and whom Sarsson had some steamy history with. As the 250-strong Imperium Guard unit marched into the village they walked straight into the traps the villagers had laid out. The trap was a shallow dug hole with several containers of oil and tar buried under them which could be ignited by a flame. As the soldiers reached the village square they found an 80-man-strong militia and at their head was the Sarsson, the Scourge of the Imperium. "You bastards have bitten the hand that fed you and decided to commit treason against the Imperium which is so benevolent and good to scum like you..." Ursa yells at the top of her voice, "...and for this treason, you will all die!!!". "You have it all wrong Ursa, these people are not treasonous for not wanting to give up their means of livelihood..." Sarsson said. "If it isn't the dese