Act I: The Torn Receipt in Nod-krai The northern air in Nod-krai always carried the scent of wet moss and a biting cold, but that afternoon, the aroma blended with the stench of blood and gunpowder. The Knight of Favonius expeditionary force, led directly by Grand Master Varka, who stood commanding with his distinctive blonde… Continue reading I. In the midst of the raging wind