is still in the hands of the Druj. And if some soldiers donate food, and dry clothes, and weapons, and healing potions to the Imperial Orcs and ask them

attack by a tide of vallornspawn. In the confusion, a fire flared amid the dry undergrowth, and the dwindling survivors realised their only hope was to cast

around him, the oil lamps flickered and faded a little. Minutes passed. The dry bone drank the bloodmark he had placed on it. The crystals of mana he held

Winter Solstice was to send Lutomysla Niegoslava to find a solution to the Dry Patrician problem in Madruga. At the same time the Imperial Conclave agreed

blue algae. The algae is toxic unless carefully prepared but, when properly dried, is delicious and nutritious. The algae appears to grow due to extensive

of protection needed to ride out this terrible drought, ensuring that the dry grasslands are properly irrigated despite the terrible, crushing heat. The

all was the hearth in the great hall of the keep, which was piled high with dry wood and leapt to life at the touch of the softest flame. Wardens of the Grateful

sufficient provisions, that there was always enough water to drink as well as dried meat and bread. There is a somewhat contentious story that when a sickness

live here, to the test. Not for the Strong Reeds the relative comfort of dry beds and warm food enjoyed by the Tusks, currently billeted in neighbouring

Empire helped considerably, with shipments of grain from the Marches and dried meat from Dawn ensuring that there are usually reserves to fall back on when

wheat, and salted pork are unloaded every week in Siroc - but the area is dry, and water is often in demand. The Galia family would like to build a great

and mean what you say. Liars and gossips sleep in the same bed. Nothing dries faster than a tear. Having a beard doesn't make you wise. Easy come, worth

ignore the whispering of the Black Plateau, hunt living prey through the dry valleys, through the foothills, through the scrubby forests. Wealth is recovered

situation in the Mournwold is dire - nobody can deny that the territory is dry field awaiting a flame. While there are fifty thousand Imperial troops driving

just children's tears, that they take the ban away as soon as their tears dried and it suited them to do it. Promises of castles and caves wouldn't convince

Sun and they have read the omens whispered by the strange birds of the far, dry southern grasslands. Thirty slingers, a mix of Winterfolk hunters and Freeborn

blue. Their eyes are pits and they have no mouths. In the hot summer, on the dry ground, cold and ruthless fires are breaking out. They spread the unvirtuous

their own inscrutable reasons. As the Equinox came to an end, the folk of the dry grasslands of Segura could only wonder at what the presence of that ominously

clear that these lands are not as fertile as those they are used to. Long, dry summers leave the crops parched and water-starved. To combat this, the Islanders

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