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 ..
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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. ..
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 crest, ..
A working chandlery on the north dockside, selling rope, tar, lamp oil and sea-wrighted goods to anyone passing through – ordinary enough by daylight that nobody had reason to look twice at it. FILE NOTES A man stumbled out of the warehouse begging for help – a huge snake had his companion, he said ..
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 and ..
“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 ..
Behind the mountain, up a 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 has tentatively classified it as an Octopus-class ..
“Sapientia et Magia” – wisdom and magic – reads the Griffiths family motto, carved into a crest above a home that stopped being anyone’s idea of wise or magical long before the Agents ever forced their way in through a boarded window. By the time they found it, acting on a map traded for Agent ..
Deep in what most maps simply mark as Green Hell, the true name of the jungle surrounding the ziggurat is the Charnwood – and the structure itself has stood there since long before anyone surveying it could put a date to. Stone pillars line a single great hall, leading up to the ruin of a ..
“Preserve. Honor. Display.” Get Stuffed traded as a perfectly respectable taxidermy warehouse in the oldest part of Section 18 – the kind of block where the buildings crowd close enough to lose an alley between them – right down to the display room, the butcher’s bench, and Dr Griffiths himself greeting visitors at the door ..