Testimonial - Coral Reef
" My companions, newly met, and I came to the town by one fine spring afternoon. That was as far as the pleasantry went, about five miles from the gate I think, where upon we met some skin-shifters - wererats.
They had accosted a boy, Michael Steele, son of the local forgemaster, Timmet Steele, and were in the process of shaking him down, perhaps murdering him. Either way, they were disuaded. This was a feud between families of Lycanthropic Nobles.
That should let you the sort of place in the sort of land where in those we commonly think of as Evil by nature in more ... sunny... climes, live out their lives no more wretchedly than anyone else. Indeed here in one can find families of lycanthropes of all types, each living a life as full and as normal as ours - deeds, both good and fell, define their long histories.
There are fair Roses in this town, the Holloway family, visions of loveliness, with thorns to match. Perhaps I shall say more one day, but I remember the time in their company as one of warmth and good humor.
The way of the town otherwise is one of intrigue amongst the nobles, and then the lesser folk trying hard to avoid becoming entangled unless forced to pick a side.
If you go this way, you need not concern yourself with the Wererats. Just the Wolves, Ursines and who or whatever came after.
~ The Recollections of Ser. Cantatus Hassard, Knight of the Roads
They had accosted a boy, Michael Steele, son of the local forgemaster, Timmet Steele, and were in the process of shaking him down, perhaps murdering him. Either way, they were disuaded. This was a feud between families of Lycanthropic Nobles.
That should let you the sort of place in the sort of land where in those we commonly think of as Evil by nature in more ... sunny... climes, live out their lives no more wretchedly than anyone else. Indeed here in one can find families of lycanthropes of all types, each living a life as full and as normal as ours - deeds, both good and fell, define their long histories.
There are fair Roses in this town, the Holloway family, visions of loveliness, with thorns to match. Perhaps I shall say more one day, but I remember the time in their company as one of warmth and good humor.
The way of the town otherwise is one of intrigue amongst the nobles, and then the lesser folk trying hard to avoid becoming entangled unless forced to pick a side.
If you go this way, you need not concern yourself with the Wererats. Just the Wolves, Ursines and who or whatever came after.
~ The Recollections of Ser. Cantatus Hassard, Knight of the Roads
Location under
The World of Nor
