https://www.profounddecisions.co.uk/mediawiki-public/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=380YE_Summer_Solstice_winds_of_war380YE Summer Solstice winds of war - Revision history2026-04-13T06:03:45ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.39.6https://www.profounddecisions.co.uk/mediawiki-public/index.php?title=380YE_Summer_Solstice_winds_of_war&diff=135699&oldid=prevTwiggy at 00:12, 19 March 20262026-03-19T00:12:17Z<p></p>
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</table>Twiggyhttps://www.profounddecisions.co.uk/mediawiki-public/index.php?title=380YE_Summer_Solstice_winds_of_war&diff=126450&oldid=prevTwiggy at 18:55, 8 August 20252025-08-08T18:55:41Z<p></p>
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</table>Twiggyhttps://www.profounddecisions.co.uk/mediawiki-public/index.php?title=380YE_Summer_Solstice_winds_of_war&diff=126442&oldid=prevTwiggy at 18:51, 8 August 20252025-08-08T18:51:33Z<p></p>
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</table>Twiggyhttps://www.profounddecisions.co.uk/mediawiki-public/index.php?title=380YE_Summer_Solstice_winds_of_war&diff=126306&oldid=prevTwiggy at 01:30, 7 August 20252025-08-07T01:30:22Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>This is not the only sorcery at work in the Barrens. For another season, the red waters flow in rivers, streams, marshes, and in the shallow bitter sea. Wounds fester. The arts of the physick, the apothecary, and the witch are tested; it is a challenge to keep the injured alive even with the many resources at their disposal. When the rain falls, it tastes of copper and despair. Yet the blight harms the orcs more than it does the humans: the Imperial generals have planned their strategy carefully. Their advance is slow, but it <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">minimizes </del>casualties in the face of the baleful sorcery at work in the Barrens.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>This is not the only sorcery at work in the Barrens. For another season, the red waters flow in rivers, streams, marshes, and in the shallow bitter sea. Wounds fester. The arts of the physick, the apothecary, and the witch are tested; it is a challenge to keep the injured alive even with the many resources at their disposal. When the rain falls, it tastes of copper and despair. Yet the blight harms the orcs more than it does the humans: the Imperial generals have planned their strategy carefully. Their advance is slow, but it <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">minimises </ins>casualties in the face of the baleful sorcery at work in the Barrens.</div></td></tr>
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</table>Twiggyhttps://www.profounddecisions.co.uk/mediawiki-public/index.php?title=380YE_Summer_Solstice_winds_of_war&diff=124593&oldid=prevTwiggy at 13:18, 16 July 20252025-07-16T13:18:26Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>In the south, the sky is rent asunder by thunderclouds as great waves and torrential rain pound the shores and cliffs... but do little to displace the magical fog that shrouds the northern Bay of Catazar. While most of the magical weather is focused along the coast, a tumultuous tempest engulfs the region of Screed in the middle of the season - a roaring maelstrom of thunder, rain, and crimson lightning striking repeatedly down in the vicinity of the Black Plateau. Some scholars of the Plateau believe that dark locale is responding somehow to the violence in Spiral, and that these strange storms over Screed are a manifestation of its rage. It is as well for the Empire that Imperial troops are avoiding that malignant place - for now, at least, the Grendel are welcome to it. </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>In the south, the sky is rent asunder by thunderclouds as great waves and torrential rain pound the shores and cliffs... but do little to displace the magical fog that shrouds the northern Bay of Catazar. While most of the magical weather is focused along the coast, a tumultuous tempest engulfs the region of Screed in the middle of the season - a roaring maelstrom of thunder, rain, and crimson lightning striking repeatedly down in the vicinity of the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">{{</ins>Black Plateau<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">}}</ins>. Some scholars of the Plateau believe that dark locale is responding somehow to the violence in Spiral, and that these strange storms over Screed are a manifestation of its rage. It is as well for the Empire that Imperial troops are avoiding that malignant place - for now, at least, the Grendel are welcome to it. </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The magic of the Urizen takes a further toll on the orcs. The curse of the Ghosts of Winter has been unleashed to scour the territory, bringing misfortune and tormenting orc and human with equal glee. Things go awry; both sides find their supply lines are confused, and both Grendel plunder and Imperial rebuilding are equally complicated. The spirits unleashed by this magic are rarely visible, but this season in Spiral they are spotted in greater numbers than ever before. Emaciated, almost skeletal shapes with twisted features whose lower bodies trail off into smoke or fog or shadow. At night, their eyes burn with an effulgent crimson glow as they greedily fly hither and yon seeking out more opportunities to cause suffering. Superstitious residents of Spiral claim it is the restless hatred of the Black Plateau that empowers them, but astronomancers frown at their words, and look up to a certain place in the night sky, and wonder...</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The magic of the Urizen takes a further toll on the orcs. The curse of the Ghosts of Winter has been unleashed to scour the territory, bringing misfortune and tormenting orc and human with equal glee. Things go awry; both sides find their supply lines are confused, and both Grendel plunder and Imperial rebuilding are equally complicated. The spirits unleashed by this magic are rarely visible, but this season in Spiral they are spotted in greater numbers than ever before. Emaciated, almost skeletal shapes with twisted features whose lower bodies trail off into smoke or fog or shadow. At night, their eyes burn with an effulgent crimson glow as they greedily fly hither and yon seeking out more opportunities to cause suffering. Superstitious residents of Spiral claim it is the restless hatred of the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">{{</ins>Black Plateau<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">}} </ins>that empowers them, but astronomancers frown at their words, and look up to a certain place in the night sky, and wonder...</div></td></tr>
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</table>Twiggyhttps://www.profounddecisions.co.uk/mediawiki-public/index.php?title=380YE_Summer_Solstice_winds_of_war&diff=124315&oldid=prevGuiltyConscience: /* The Blood of Liathaven */2025-07-14T23:43:00Z<p><span dir="auto"><span class="autocomment">The Blood of Liathaven</span></span></p>
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</table>GuiltyConsciencehttps://www.profounddecisions.co.uk/mediawiki-public/index.php?title=380YE_Summer_Solstice_winds_of_war&diff=117431&oldid=prevDre at 09:31, 21 March 20252025-03-21T09:31:50Z<p></p>
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</table>Drehttps://www.profounddecisions.co.uk/mediawiki-public/index.php?title=380YE_Summer_Solstice_winds_of_war&diff=116349&oldid=prevHailmur at 15:36, 15 January 20252025-01-15T15:36:20Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr>
<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The uprising took the Grendel off guard and has inflicted an unknown number of casualties on the armies and navies that had attacked Sarvos. Unfortunately, it has also <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">lead </del>to some loss of Imperial life and damage to the city such that everyone will need to do some rebuilding (a term reduction of the taxation provided by the territory, and to the personal resources of the residents).</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The uprising took the Grendel off guard and has inflicted an unknown number of casualties on the armies and navies that had attacked Sarvos. Unfortunately, it has also <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">led </ins>to some loss of Imperial life and damage to the city such that everyone will need to do some rebuilding (a term reduction of the taxation provided by the territory, and to the personal resources of the residents).</div></td></tr>
<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr>
<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Any citizen of Sarvos is encouraged to create their own story of what they did during the two days of confused fighting in the city ahead of the Grendel withdrawal. A number of Grendel were killed, and several ships burnt. A small amount of stolen artwork and wealth was recovered, but not enough to restore the collections of the University or the Cathedral, or the personal connections of the prominent citizens.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Any citizen of Sarvos is encouraged to create their own story of what they did during the two days of confused fighting in the city ahead of the Grendel withdrawal. A number of Grendel were killed, and several ships burnt. A small amount of stolen artwork and wealth was recovered, but not enough to restore the collections of the University or the Cathedral, or the personal connections of the prominent citizens.</div></td></tr>
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