"The world does its best to see our kind confined to the shadows, to the darkest recesses of civilization.
It loves to beat us into corners, force us into hiding.
Or worse, snuff us out entirely.

No blood carries that burden greater than mine, my dear."



Auberon Invidia seeks purpose in this new land of Esshar. 
Freedom of revelry has proven insufficient, and an unrealistic expectation in a land which his kind finds itself unwelcome.
So, he has chosen to follow his instinct.

There's an island across the west coast that finds itself mysteriously populated by swords, standing upright from the ground. 
It's known to be a dangerous place, with ventures inward scarcely allowing those embarking a voyage back home.

His accursed blood of Cain boils to make a journey thus.

What lies in wait?


Auberon Invidia/why#3355
+Allies of Auberon
Tone: Family BBQ
Risk: medium-high
Rewards: open to discussion
DM: Pin Head