–> The Regent Playhouse Theatre stands where the North Canal empties into the Bay – a tall wood-and-stone building under an overhanging gothic roof, windowless on every side but for barred vents high under the eaves, its rear wall built directly over the recessed dock the canal runs into. On the night the Agents came ..
Author : Captain Brin
Not every ruin on the road to Arn Griishank is marked on any survey. The Mound isn’t – a barrow the Agents found only by following a scream: a ring of standing stones, long collapsed and vine-choked, circling a huge domed rise of earth that Lord Valden’s own people call one of dozens of “ransacked ..
The village sits where the jungle opens onto sword-grass fields at Borthanza’s foot, its palm-thatch domed huts raised on a low hill inside the same mile-wide, doughnut-shaped scorch ring the Agents had already crossed once on the trail in. Bor-ThooDell – “lifted dead” in a tongue that doesn’t translate cleanly to Common – takes its ..
A triple-masted caravel of the Jouvaine Empire, built – per her own commissioning plans – for trade, exploration, and the defence of the Empire’s sea lanes. She was doing none of those things the night the Vessentaag took her hostage in open water, passengers and crew alike held below decks under threat of the scythe. ..
A meteor shower over a public park should have been the strangest part of the night. It wasn’t. What actually came down was no meteor at all – an escape pod, skipping three times across open ground before it finally dug in and stopped, leaving a scorched furrow through the park like the mark of ..
–> Arn Griishank sits in a bowl-shaped depression in the jungle, the furthest south established Jouvaine settlement on any map – reached only after days of hard travel from Last Hope through forest that would rather kill visitors than let them pass. A signpost marks the approach, lettered in several languages under Lord Valden’s own ..
“Prudens et Morsu Celer” – careful, and quick to bite – sums up Kerrick’s apothecary and chandlery rather better than its owner probably intended. Two floors of salves, potions and sea-wrighted goods by daylight; a considerably rougher business once the shutters came down. FILE NOTES The Agents forced their way in on a tip – ..
–> Past the ziggurat, past the scorched strip of vegetation the meteorite left burned into the jungle, the Agents followed the roar of a waterfall to a stretch of mountain face that had no business looking the way it did. Most of the cliff was rough, natural stone – but one section, forty feet wide ..
“In Vino Veritas, In Silvis Fortitudo” – in wine, truth; in the woods, fortitude. The Kenbro Inn advertises itself as a haven for weary travellers deep in the Greenwilds, and for most of its history that was probably even true. It wasn’t, the night the Agents stayed there. FILE NOTES A storm rolling in off ..
Beneath the ziggurat’s hidden lift, the Agents found something that had no business being buried in a jungle a thousand miles from any coastline: a ship, grown rather than built, its hull a ribbed, cephalopod-like dermis, cold and faintly alive to the touch. Later study – such as Section 18’s resources allow, well outside the ..