Fantasy Atlas

Every season, it seemed that those of us riders found more and more machines docking at Belltower Landing, and in turn, less riders, our own kind. Such was the state of the world, where a zeppelin could turn the tables on such a renowned profession as beast riders. Skrie never felt comfortable aroun

"Onward!" The ringleader ordered, quietly but sternly. "Get to the sloop, and stay inconspicuous!" As they pushed into the fish market, the roads gave way from the sticky mud to an easier to traverse cobblestone. With cloaks and cart wheels caked in dirt, they pushed on. Suddenly, the rear cart froz

"As we came upon the shore, before us was the promised land. Our people had suffered so much, and finally we felt the freedom promised by the Prophet of the New Gods. Our ships became our homes, and it wasn't long before our new world shared it's endless bounty. Ships laden with fishes of all kinds,

"I believe it was here that our native phrase was coined: "Never is there a moment's peace by the sea." Today, the Tartauran Freeport bustles with activity in the midsummer sun, attracting trade ships from the distant reaches of the sea. Spice merchants unload their galleys on the seaside quays, whi