Tirgatha is a hidden realm, nestled beyond the reach of ordinary maps—a place where myths breathe and shadows dance. It is a living archive of tales, weaving together the stories of my characters and those of the unforgettable souls my characters have encountered on their journeys.
Iskrin stood watching the last of his belongings being moved into the Royal Barracks - or the ‘Guardian Hall’, as most people called it. The Lord Commander of the Guardians had his own luxurious home on one of the city’s upper tiers, so he had…
Iskrin stands at his washstand, looking in the mirror at the wound on his shoulder. He reaches his slender fingers up to touch it and winces at the pain. Fucking Drow, he thinks to himself, recalling the mercenary who gave him this pretty gash. It has…
The AmranKai assemble in the dining hall of the Royal barracks. They had each received word from Iskrin to come armed for a manhunt and had responded dutifully. They sit around the long table awaiting the First Estril. There is little small talk among such…
Iskrin stood in the kitchen of the Crescent Moon inn, the cook cowering before him. The poor goblin had soiled himself at the mere sight of the chief AmranKai and his dignity had gone downhill from there. He was currently backed up against the wall,…