Allfamily Guildhall Closed The rain seethes over the farrago of lavish woods that make up the guildhall. The pelting… Scrape Knell I drag the end of my [weapon] along the ground, and it hums a long death… Harmony’s Hum Harmony hums through the weapon’s wood as the bolt nuzzles into place. A twang of release… Aria of Death My war cry pitches high as I swing my [weapon] in a sweeping crescendo. The blade… Tuba in Orchestra Pit [Vacant] The tuba sitting on a musician’s chair is an imposing instrument of shining brass. The… Rigger Auto and Drone Shop Under graffiti-marked shutters, rows of half-built machines stretch off into the distance. Some of the hardware… Loot from a Satyr His steel sword is coated in ichor, the golden hilt crafted in an elegant design—elf- or… Sundries from a Satyr His clothes are simple but brightly dyed—a jerkin of fire-orange over a flouncy burgundy shirt. His… High Elven Lord’s Moonblade The almost mythical artifact—an ancient fey weapon of the first high elven lord—grants its wielder the… Tournament Libations Booth A large crowd is gathered around the vine-draped tent and its diminutive cleric. The satyr providing… « Older Entries
