Articles by Gerwald Lechner

Traveling at night was dangerous enough, but it had become near impossible with the Fayth active in the area. The closer Erys got to the temple she had been told to find, the more Fayth patrols she saw. Many of them were active at night thinking that is when most of the Lupo would be active as...

Fog rolled along the moist ground making the pungent aroma of the swamp even more intolerable. The marshlands were home to all kinds of interesting creatures, but all of them paled in comparison to the bogwitch. She was known as many things, a seer, fortuneteller, gude, witch, magician, but to...

Glenda was dead. The days of mourning had passed, and despite her final words to Erys, the young wolf had not left. She could not stop thinking about the name her mother had spoken. “How could it be? The Lechners were wiped out…” Everyone knew the Lechner clan had long passed from Islimore...

She was dying, the old wolf. Time had finally determined her last breath, and the moment of it would be upon her soon. White hair and crisp blue eyes seemed to be the only pure thing death had not yet tried to claim. Her flesh was wrinkled, marred with scars, and her breath rattled with every...

From the Desk of Gerwald Lechner Vicelord, Exarchs, and Ministers. I wish this correspondence was one relaying good news, however, I regret to inform you that I fear this will be the first of many to convey similar findings. Rumors had reached my ears of trouble on Apatros, the site of Thorn...