Spotlight: Viridian Corsair Hellions

Welcome to hell, little Saint
Mother Gaia in slaughter
Welcome to paradise, Soldier

-Planet Hell, by Nightwish

The Viridian Corsair Hellions aid their sisters by feeding off of their rage.  They channel this energy into their magical bows - called Silverflame Arcs.

Endless Whispers: THE WIZARD

The Devil, in the prosecution, and the execution of his wrath upon them, often gets a Liberty to make a Descent upon the Children of Men.

-On Witchcraft: Being the Wonders of the Invisible World, by Cotton Mather

What sins have I committed to deserve such wretched sorrow?  Mine eyes, burning with tears, beheld my beloved husband and twin sons cast into the hissing abyss below.  They returned days later.  Their eyes unfocused, their limbs limp, their heads scarred.  They recognized me never and not at all - they respond not even to the familiar tones of my voice.  Their utterances are not gone, however, they still speak when the overseers address them.  But now, they speaketh only a single phrase or verse.  It is etched into my memory, even as I dwindle within the intestinal walls of this nightmare palace.  I hear it in my dreams.  I pray to every god I know - the Eagle God and the Old Gods whose names are forbidden.  I pray that I will forget; but, I know in the depths of my heart, that I never will.  That phrase will echo with me, will define me until the end of my days.

Hark!  They come for me!  Please, I beg of thee - no!  And yet - and yet!  At last I will be together with my family.  Together with them in a fashion.  Forgive my weakness, O Eagle God.  Take me - take me, my master!  Render me unto the Wizard!  I am prepared to join my family.

The Wizard is lord!  I obey!

-Hannah Greensleeves, Peasant Laborer

Endless Whispers: Bayou Raiders Warband

See you sharpening the pins
So the holes will remind us
We're just the toys in the hands of another
And in time the needles turn from shine to rust

-Fixxxer, by Metallica

The old ways return with the strength and fury of black tides.  I can feel the All-father pulling my soul into his endless chasm; showing me its secret.

The Wizard has come.  Defiling our altars, upending our monuments, disgracing our ancestors.  I rarely experience what the other-kinds call "emotions," but there is something stirring deep within my bones.  I will slay him.  He will perish.  The Old Gods call me.  The All-father reaches out from his apocalypse abyss.  His hybrid-children roam free no longer - held tight as they are by the Wizard's corrupting influence.  But now the time comes to end the Wizard's reign - we rise.

-Dength Angth, High Guardian of the Tomes

Endless Whispers, Locale: Howling Mine

He who is not contented with what he has, would not be contented with what he would like to have.

 -Socrates

This is the third location in a series of locations available for the players to explore in the Endless Whispers campaign.

Searching in, the inverted pyramid.  I can feel it.  The riches of ancient of days.  I feel it.  The riches glitter like endless, screaming labyrinths of blinding pulsars.  I must dig.  Dig!

-Thermite, Dwarf Prospector

Endless Whispers, Locale: The Warrens

An army marches on its stomach.

-Napoleon Bonaparte (attributed)

WARNING: SOME IMAGES NSFW (IF YOU'RE A PRUDE)

Welcome back!  This post details The Warrens - the second location available in the Endless Whispers Campaign.

The keenest of your warband have made mention of strange sounds coming from a series of low hills just outside the Village.  The villagers themselves are either reluctant to speak of the area or actively advise you to stay away.  You never were one for advice.

Endless Whispers, Locale: The Haunted Palace

In the greenest of our valleys

By good angels tenanted,

Once a fair and stately palace...

-The Haunted Palace, by Edgar Allen Poe

This is the first in a series of locations for the players to explore in the Endless Whispers campaign.

Your warband comes upon a sprawling collection of massive, white stones choking the forest.  After a time, you discover that this is in fact a titanic palace - destroyed by some incredible force.  In the center you find a dry well, upon which a young woman sits.

Endless Whispers: Viridian Corsair Warband

I am the beast that feeds the beast

I am the blood I am released

-Bleeding Me, by Metallica

Last night I tracked a mother bear to her den where she was suckling two blind, mewling cubs.  I put an arrow through her eye; the blood-mist in the air filled my nostrils, filled my soul.  I threw my weapons aside and fell upon the cubs with empty hands.  I throttled the first so hard the bones of its spine cut my flesh.  I ate the second whilst it still lived.  It screamed.  I didn't know they could.

I don't know what's happened to me since I escaped that accursed city.  The forest is hollow, cold and devoid of the joy it once brought me.  I feel as though my muscles will twist my ribcage into a blossom of gore, such is my constant unrest.  My teeth are daggers.  My soul breathes in air - but it exhales fire.

What have I become?  The poison of the city, the poison of the Wizard - I can feel them both driving me insane.  I kill - I eat - it's all that keeps the madness at bay.

-Nightingale, Blood Priestess