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"As the Night Mother raised her pale hand,

Shadow rose to consume the land.

Come at last, the Age of Night.

Rise now creatures of darkness, devour the light...."

- Tome of the Nightfall -

Chapter 2, Verses 23-27





The night has consumed the land of Unarath....

For centuries, the realm has been without the guarding light of the sun and the hearts of it's people have known little hope. Many of the old gods now lie dead or dying, those that remain either offer no hope to their children or only answer to those who pledge themselves to the dark....

What magic still remains is often corrupted by the Dark Ones with each use....

The vampire counts of Unarath rule the Night Lands while waging bloody civil war with each other and the wild beasts of the dark....

To survive in such times requires a will from the gods, a sharp sword, and a light to drive away the night.




Welcome to the dark (literally and metaphorically) fantasy world of Nightfall! The heroes of this world have failed to save it and now the world has fallen into darkness, the sun literally ripped out of the sky and plunging the realm into shadow. The lands of Unarath are ruled by several vampire lords locked in a war for dominance of the realm. To add gas to the fire, dark creatures that had once been restrained and weakened by sunlight.

One of the biggest problems (aside from the vampires) is the Green Tide; the goblin armies rushing out of the mountains and creating problems for all inhabitants of Unarath. The only place that offers any safety from the horrors of the continent are the free isles of Umalla, small islands that operate independently from the continent. This is/was your home and where our story would begin.

You will be playing as an inhabitant of Umalla who washes up on the shores of Unarath. You had been aboard a trading vessel by the name of "The Grey Maiden" when it had been set upon by pirates. You managed to survive seemingly alone and have never truly set foot on the soil of the continent, now you are trapped here. Who you are and why you were a board the vessel is up to you. Whether you are alone or managed to make a friend aboard the ship is all up to the choices you made.

I will be taking the loose roll of a DM, offering paths and adventures for your character to embark on and a slew of characters for your character to meet. Will you befriend them? Keep your distance? Make an enemy? Will you simply try to survive the horrors of Unarath, or will you rise above it to become a legend of the land? The choice is ultimately yours...




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Hawke spoke with some of the newer Runners concerning certain items that would help them survive in the desert on assignment. Obviously, a sword or bow was very important to combat living threats but the real threats were the environment. Water was the biggest one. Without it, a Runner was doomed a very short life. That was why many Runners were given a supply of Aquamarine Tears, mysterious gems that when sucked on produced a fair amount of water. Not much mind you but enough to ensure you wouldn't die. They were a must for Runners but proper water was also welcome as well.

Hawke sighed as he tended to his boga and inspected the cargo as it was loaded aboard the schooner. Black Powder, Dried Food, Aquamarine Tears, men and women to aid the dig as well as man the schooner. It was quite a bit. It was a prize for any bandit or raider who spotted it. No wonder they had such a detail. Thankfully though, the schooner was armed. Torvin was making sure of that as the half-fae inspected the merchandise.

Torvin made his way aboard the schooner and inspected the defenses. Black Powder Grenades, Repeating Ballista, Dragon's Breath for spewing fire on those who came to close. Not bad at all. Torvin especially smiled when he examined the grenades. His weapon of choice every time. Blades and bow were good, sure but why not send your enemy off with a nice loud BANG! The dwarf glanced back to the Zitan as it signed to him. Torvin frowned a bit as he took a moment to decipher what was being said. He noticed the pointing and looked to see the tattoo. Torvin grunted. He understood.

"It's the mark of a member of the Iron Army. I was a member of the Iron Army's engineer corp but I decided to go off and see the world. I wasn't born to live a small life. It's much better to die a large death if you ask me..." he grunted as he took a swig of his flask. Some would probably criticize Torvin for drinking while working but Torvin wasn't drinking alcohol, rather he was drinking water. True he enjoyed a good brew but he wasn't going to dull his senses when he needed to be sharp like a knife.



Torvin was barking orders to the crew of the schooner, moving men to positions and assigning them jobs much to the captain's dismay. Torvin however had told the balding human that if he wanted to live to see Ruk, he'd listen to the dwarf or be put under with a good knock on the head. The dwarf got things done, one couldn't fault him for that.

Hawke mounted his boga and did a final run down of his gear. He was fully equipped and prepared to fight. Prepared to survive as well. Hawke looked around him at the others. They seemed ready and raring to go.

"Alright, everyone ready?" he asked. With the confirmation of others, Hawke put a whistle to his lips and blew loudly. The gates began to creak open to reveal the canyon path that lead down to the bottom of the canyon. Hawke pulled up his shemagh and snapped the reins as his boga took off through the gates and down the sandy path towards the ground below. The schooner followed behind as a mage aboard summoned a gust of wind to get the sail moving as they followed in kind. The night was cool, bright thanks to the presence of the Twins above them. The sky shades of deep blues and purples. It was always a beautiful sight for Hawke. One he'd never tire of so long as he lived.

The city of Ruk laid directly ahead of them, the city of Nekar and Sando behind them. On either side, the canyon walls stretched at least a quarter mile up. The air blasted through the canyon and kept things cool but sand shifted constantly and created dust storms. Hawke rode hard and kept his eyes out, eyeing above them as they rode. The first night was rather uneventful to say the least. Or it would have been had the wind not begun to pick up as the sun was starting to rise, casting crimson light over everything.

"Shit. Sandstorm! We need to find shelter for us and the schooner or we're gonna be shredded apart!" the veteran called over the winds. Hawke began looking around. There was a cave they could hunker down in not far from her that could shelter them and most of the schooner. So long as the sails were kept down and everyone pulled, they could position the schooner perfectly. Hawke jumped off his mount and motioned to the group. "Everyone! Grab a rope and start pulling the schooner towards the mouth of the cave! Use the boga if you have to" he yelled. Hawke looked to Torvin. "How long we got?"

The dwarf eyed the sky and judged the wind as his dwarven mind processed the information.

"1 hour at best!" he yelled. Hawke cursed as did most of the crew as they began to scramble. Torvin gave the Zitan a pat. "Time to prove yourself. Make sure everything loose is strapped down and once that is done, grab a rope and start tugging. Our lives depend on it" he told the insectoid.

Hawke looked to Karissa and called out over the wind.

"Karissa, do you think you can buy us time?" he called out.



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Torvin crossed his arms and eyed the group as Hawke spoke up. Torvin came across like a criminal and even a grouchy bastard but the truth was Torvin wasn't. The group looked rather green to him and while he was confident they could get the job done, he found himself wishing that they'd found some more seasoned people to accompany them. As Hawke spoke and asked for volunteers, Torvin grunted and smirked.

"Don't all stand up at once" he said with a chuckle. Most volunteered to ride with Hawke but a handful of volunteers spoke up to join Torvin aboard the schooner. The dwarf smiled as Asante spoke up, followed by August and Karissa. Iyana had squeaked less than spoke but it made it obvious that she was interested in riding rather than sailing. He didn't blame them to be honest. While the schooner was likely fair in size, it wasn't exactly going to be spacious. Not to mention the fact they'd be stuck on a boat with the crew of the schooner whom no one knew personally. It wouldn't bother Torvin in the slightest as most knew that he was an easy enough individual to get along with so long as you minded yourself. The zitan approached him and began to sign. Like Hawke, Torvin knew a little bit of Zitan Sign but like Hawke it was only enough to get the gist of what it was trying to convey. Torvin took a moment as he got some of the signs confused but nodded once he felt he understood.

"I know enough to get what you are trying to say. So long as it doesn't become frantic, we'll understand one another" he grunted. After a moment, August spoke up and asked a relevant question. How long till they departed? How quickly did they need to get there? Torvin motioned to Hawke who nodded.

"We are departing in a few hours. Take this time to gather what you need for the journey. Stock up on water, Aquamarine Tears, food, essentials. We leave at the sound of the whistle with or without you so I suggest being present before the whistle sounds. As to the time frame, we need to get these supplies to the dig site in no less than a week. The trip there will take at least a week assuming we don't run into any major obstacles. Once we get to the dig site, we return to the Southern Barrier and return to Ruk where we will be paid" he said. Torvin snorted. Hawke glanced to the dwarf who spoke.

"Hawke, we both know we are gonna run into something out there. We're escorting a schooner with valuable goods across the Dune Sea. I'll be shocked if we DON'T run into something" he said. Hawke scowled a little. The dwarf was right but the half-fae didn't exactly like that he was being so blunt. It didn't matter though. Hawke looked the group over before speaking once more.

"You have 2 hours to do what you need to do. Gather your supplies, say your good-byes, and be at the gates before the whistle sounds" he said before nodding, letting them know they were dismissed. Torvin looked to the Zitan and grunted.

"Assuming you don't need anything, I suggest we get aboard the schooner and get familiar with what we're defending....shiny?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. Asked wasn't quite the right term. His question mark was certainly there but it was more like he was telling Skahn, not asking the insectoid.
I will make a Discord then! I am also on the hunt for a decent piece of art that screams Torvin

EDIT: As though on cue, I found it!
I can make a Discord if that is what the majority wishes!
Oh he didn't have an eyepatch to start. Just left it uncovered cause why not
Sounds like our dragonborn warrior who is scarred to hell and often scares people cause of his appearance. He actively searched for an eyepatch because the character believed it was his scarred eye that was scaring people
I just like the thought of playing a socially awkward gentle giant. BUT I also live the thought of playing an orc wielding a kanabo and spouting proverbs like Uncle Iroh from Avatar (hence my affectionate name for him, Uncle Oni)

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Hawke listened as the woman explained that her name was Karissa and that he need not bother asking her about her abilities. Hawke didn't like her attitude and didn't seem impressed by her magic abilities. Hawke scowled a bit and crossed his arms as she told him that she'd watch their back. He grunted and nodded. The Runner looked to Skahn as it asked if they'd be riding or walking the desert. Hawke motioned to the boga.

"We'll be riding but if you aren't comfortable on a boga you can join the other veteran on the schooner" he explained. As though on cue, Torvin appeared and was being tailed by another unfamiliar face. A person in full plate armor. MAGIC plate armor from what Hawke's half fae eyes could see. It seemed it was magic designed with the intent to protect. If he had to guess, it was to protect against the heat of the desert. Hawke motioned for Torvin to approach and spoke with the dwarf as the other runners began to clamor and get familiar with one another. While they spoke, Hawke needed to come up with a plan for the group.

"So, we are travelling through Ruk to the Southern Barrier and making our way towards Crescent Moon Canyon. I think it's wise that we split into two teams. One team will ride aboard the schooner and aid the crew and one team will ride boga to provide interference IF we come under attack. I think you should be aboard the schooner with those you deem worthy" he commented. Torvin listened and nodded as the dwarf looked to Hawke and replied.

"Seems smart to me. Did you have anyone in mind?" he asked. Hawke nodded towards Skahn and Torvin looked as though he didn't like that idea.

"I know, you aren't a fan of zitan but it can't ride boga, it can't fly, but it's strong. Tell me that it doesn't belong on the schooner" Hawke challenged. Torvin grunted and looked at the zitan.

"Do you trust it?" Torvin asked. Hawke looked at Skahn and nodded.

"He's big but he seems harmless enough. He understands common so that is a saving grace" he said. Torvin grunted and nodded. Hawke nodded as well and whistled to get the attention of the runners. "Alright! Gather round everyone! Some of you may know me, some of you don't. My name is Hawke, this is Torvin. We are the veteran runners for this mission. We have been recruited to escort a dune schooner from Sando, into Ruk, and through the Southern Barrier to Crescent Moon Canyon to deliver much needed supplies to the dig site there" he began. Hawke took a moment to let that sit in as he than continued.

"Torvin will be in charge of a team that will ride aboard the schooner, I will take those who are fine enough riders to mount up and ride with the schooner. For now, only one have you have been specifically chosen to ride the schooner. Skahn, you are with Torvin. For now, the rest have a chance to step forward and volunteer for which team you prefer. Those of you who wish to ride with Torvin, please step forward now" he asked quietly as he crossed his arm and waited for a moment



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My backup characters are either an Orc samurai or a Firbolg druid, not sure who I want to play more

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