The Year 387 of the Paravanic Count

Spring, the 2oth Day of Navekani

The Modeva Pass

Arkanemhet, Red King of Orza, Lord of all Lands, Beloved of the Virtues, and so on and so forth, brought his horse to a halt. He looked back towards the west, toward the plains of the Long Coast beyond the mountains. “Are they still following?” he asked at last.

“Yes, Red K…

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The Year 387 of the Paravanic Count

Spring, the 16th Day of Navekani

The Battle of Porevad

“Lock shields!”

“Spears at the ready!”

Orders went out, drums beating out the commands. Battle standards rose, marking different sections of the southerners geruka...Kavril in the center, standing under the image of Anlirov the Sage, to the left the men of Kavikam and …

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The Year 387 of the Paravanic Count

Spring, the 10th Day of Navekani

The Hill of Porevad

“We have found the enemy.”

The servariai listened calmly as the scouts gave their report. “They are coming straight towards us. A day at most, and they will be here.”

“How many?” Tevrek asked.

“At least three times our number,” came the answer.

Murmuring at that. “Less tha…

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The Year 387 of the Paravanic Count

Spring, the 1st Day of Navekani

Berkaven

“Look at that.”

Pirusha followed his master's pointing finger across the Modeva Pass. “There,” he heard the Red King say.

Pirusha squinted. He didn’t like being here...the scene of so much killing. Little trace of the battle from the previous year...the bodies had long since been cl…

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The Year 387 of the Paravanic Count

Early Spring, the 17th Day of Elesirka

Berkaven

The harbor of Berkaven was so thick with shipping, it was later said a man might walk across the harbor by jumping from one deck to another without once getting his feet wet. All through…

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The Year 386 of the Paravanic Count

Late Winter, the 18th Day of Skovaian

Berkaven

Sleeplessness before one's wedding day was a common affliction among bridegrooms. Tevrek was awake the entire night.

Cold winds would be coming in from the straits in Kavril. In the North snow was already falling, the howling misery of the winter storms sending all ships to p…

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The Year 386 of the Paravanic Count

Autumn, the 20th Day of Pavsinna

Berkaven

His name was P'nam Thabshu, and death stalked at his heel.

He stood on the back deck of his ship, eyes closed as the sea breeze blew in from behind. His arms spread out, the sweat beaded on his…

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The Year 386 of the Paravanic Count

Autumn, the 27th Day of Pavsinna

Berkaven

Mud splashed outward as Kavrenn dismounted his horse. He bent back, stretching out the kinks and the stiffness in his joints, smoothing down the front of his roseb. He wasn't a natural horsema…

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The Year 386 of the Paravanic Count

Autumn, the 11th Day of Pavsinna

Berkaven

The harbor at Berkaven was a shadow of itself as Kavrenn boarded his ship. The warships blocking the exit from the harbor were gone, and the once bustling piers and quays were uncommonly empty…

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I have great wealth.

I am a man of renown

I do not hold land.

Gold and silver is not mine.

In my hand is a good spear.

On my arm is a fine shield.

With these I have glory.

With these I have fame.

Thus do my enemies fall.

Thus do my friends prosper!

My house is poor.

But my name lives forever!

I have great wealth.

I am a man of renown!

– Poem attributed to Hegovan of …

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The Year 386 of the Paravanic Count

Autumn, the 25th Day of Ainarera

The Modeva Pass

Dawn of the third day broke over the horizon, accompanied by the sounds of drums and trumpets from the Orzarai camp. Bellowed commands carried through the morning air, thousands of feet…

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The Year 386 of the Paravanic Count

Autumn, the 24th Day of Ainarera

The Modeva Pass

Dawn was an hour away when Pirusha climbed into the hills.

The wind kicked up a bit over the night, and as he clambered up the narrow trail, the sound it made whistling rocks sounded to …

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The Year 386 of the Paravanic Count

Autumn, the 23rd Day of Ainarera

The Modeva Pass

"Half the Runiziu are dead." Shurrupa kept his voice low, the courtiers straining to hear the words without giving the appearance of it. Close to noon now, and it was getting hot. Silve…

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The Year 386 of the Paravanic Count

Autumn, the 23rd Day of Ainarera

The Modeva Pass

"Lord of all Lands, the envoy returns!"

Two F…

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Morning on the first day.

The ashes of the fires …

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The marching feet of fifteen thousand men kicked up endless clouds of dust, turning the sky a pale yellow above their heads even as it stung the eyes. Factor in the hooves of horses and oxen and the rolling of wagon wheels, and an observer watching from a distance co…

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The Year 386 of the Paravanic Count

Autumn, the 17th Day of Ainarera

Eastern Runizia

For Pirusha, son of Pirusha, the Hand that Protects, the progression of life was marked by the sound of screaming.

Today he stood amongst a flock of high-ranking Kheshemiu dignitaries an…

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"Another drink!"

Kavrenn raised the cup, swaying a bit as he stood. "My cup is filled with nothing but air!"

"Not only your cup, Kavrenn Windbags!" Burved called back, face flushed in good humor, speaking above the music and general noise of celebration.

"Yes...windy I …

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The Year 386 of the Paravanic Count

Autumn, the 6th Day of Ainarera

The city of Berkaven

Berkaven. The greatest city of the Long Coast, and if one believed the rumors, the wickedest place in the entire world, where every pleasure was available, every vice considered a v…

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"Treason!"

The cry whipped through the narrow streets over the next two days, proclaimed by heralds standing on street corners bellowing at the top of their lungs, fed and fuelled by rumors and innuendo in countless taverns and grog shops in the back streets and water…

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