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Basic Information Name: Stratagos. Race: Mech Automata, Made from Leytech. Created by: Unknown, Maintained by Asim-Sadiki. Age: Unknown. Gender: He/Him pronouns preferred. Occult: N/A. Core Concept Stratagos is a technological artificial life form that was built to fulfill certain tasks and...

A copied page is posted throughout Crookback and the sewers. It spreads some to Old Town, but the author made quite the point of avoiding New Town and anything remotely related to the Dragon Temple. It's not as though they can't find it, though. It's written in Sulvaley, but easily (and quickly)...

Parchment and Flyer alike would be posted through the city where it wasn't a hinderance Written along their lines went the following; Commoners, Citizens, Nobles, and whomever may read this. Within the coming days I am planning a trip out to Anglia in search of the Matron known as Cordenia...

The amphitheater laid unused as the coldest of temperatures hit Regalia from an early november storm. A thin blanket of soft, impressionable snow, gave way to the Voltalar with a broom sweeping away seat after seat to clear it for the arrival of those who would heed his call. The early morning...

To those who tend to keep up with the city's history of rumours and unwanted papers all over boards, they would recognize this paper to be similar to that of one posted months ago. Just as before, it came from presses hot and dripping as some were even smudged from how fast this document was...

A small wax and ink depiction of the Bastion, created by Ser Côme Ombre. A declaration from the Ser Côme Elouan Ombre regarding alarming discoveries made this very night, as published by The Trouve. To the citizens of Regalia - peerage and common alike - I ask, will you truly allow such a...

Tracing the rim of his mug with an index finger, Jamie continued to stare at the journal before him, its pages clogged with scratches and stains and thoughts and notions and ideas. It was a product of his brief bout of flu; something to keep the boredom at bay, to keep his mind awake at times...

The Dressolini’s cloak flapped fiercely, hair wildly blowing around as heavy winds whipped down the main street leading to the disgusting and criminal filled district known as the Slums. His face was one of both disgust but determination, ready to rid the Slums of those who would seek to...