Hinterlands news, fresh from painted caravels and Sybarite gossipers.
A handful of poor and dejected freebooters– a dozen in all– were sent off to the Arm of Namtar as the brave first explorers of
Dražan's Exploratory Enterprise. The one who survived returned to tell no credible tales, his mind addled in a Wyrd-induced fugue. However, his tales featured recantations of the ancient myth of the Thirteen Lost Cities– thirteen cities of thirteen universes, which vanish and reappear on the sorcerous commands of inhabitants strange, shining, and terrible alike. Having never graced this realm since the sorcerous holocaust of the elves, their rediscovery would truly mark a wondrous find.
The misty, twin isles of
Farkas and
Huzar have long fought the sovereignty of either Hinterland or the Hegemony of a Thousand Banners, declaring their wild, wooly, ram-worshipping isles distinct and independent in the Great Sea. However, it seems a new creature has reared his head as suzerain– a writhing, stormy dragon declaring himself
Thuvarrim, king of Farkas and Huzar. With the gilded lances and sparking pistols of the
Dragon-fire Hussars of Hoskadem indisposed (skewering and shooting Zukbar cutthroats, namely, as per their eternal contract with the Sultan of Sihirbazik) the island has offered bounties in reward for the dragon's head; amphora of fermented and spiced sheep-milk, concubines (the women of the islands known for their wild nature) and of course as many
grivna as the island could offer.
The prince of Sturkhmar himself has issued a plea, offering a fine title and a sum of coin for those with any information on the freak incident at the God's Eye tower west of the city. With the Guardsmen slain and robbed, the tower half-torched, and the scorched and mutilated corpse of an adolescent
drekavak amongst it all, the prince has little to tell the multitudes of grieving blood relatives and outraged council of the Guardsmen's League.
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