Goodnight Kids:
Annina's Song

“Alright kids that’s all for tonight.” says the old man standing up from his log, his bones creaking as he rises to his feet. The children moan as the old man rises,

“But we were just getting started!”

“What happens to Annina!?”

“Will Tog be okay?!”

“All your questions will be answered in time. We all get here earlier, we’ll get to hear more.”

“Can’t you just tell us one more?” cooed one of the little girls, her green finger twirling in her pigtails,

the old man pauses and smiles as his legs creak,

“Alright just one. Annina The Weird.”

The sad little girl Annina The Weird,
How far must you roam?
Searching high for your family,
looking long for a home.

2 eyes of different colors,
One red and one blue.

One eye only looks to the past,
searching for a mother.
The other for a family of another.

Alone but her magic borne,

she seeks to bend fate done.

But with no eyes left,

How will she see the widening path,

and that there is another?

Shallow grave tended by her…"

Songs of Oki

There are many songs that flit about the taverns, opera houses, and campfires of the ever expanding frontier. From bawdy lymmerics to sweeping epics, here’s but a few of the songs one can hear on the winds.

The 8 Seasons: A classic song of festivals, campfires, and homes, The 8 Seasons is the story of the 8 seasons of life: Summer, Winter, Spring, Fall, Day, Night, Life, and Death. Every exile has likely heard this happy, then somber ballad at some point in their lives.

The Rake: A tavern song if there ever was one, The Rake, sometimes called The Rogue, is the story of a young cavalier thief who wanders through a series of capers and daring adventures. He absconds with wealth of evil barons, outsmarts petulant warlocks, and steals the hearts of many beautiful women. Many towns & villages have their own plays on the story, adding their own verses and local history into their tellings.

The 7 Heroes: An old classic, The 7 Heroes tells the story of the 7 original heroes who traveled Oki and explored all the expanse. It’s so old everyone likely knows it.

The March: The marching song of the Octavian (and by extension the empire’s) military. Every military brat and tin head in the forces knows the walk, and can probably recite it from memory. Many veterans still do when they march, and many taverns with veteran patrons will sing it at least once a week.

The Greenbooks:
Ch. 1: Old Bones

The old house creaks as he climbs the stairs, floorboards swaying as the long stilts sway in the current. The gators circle in the black water below, idly weaving between the stilts that seem to barely hold his house aloft.

Old killers looking for an old killer.

The thought of it made him smile. Better to them than anyone else. He winced as he climbed, his legs creaked as bad as these stairs. Old age was always eating away at the youth of the past. He kept his eyes down as he climbed, watching the stairs and his legs wabble as the beasts circle idlly below.

In one hand he gripped the railing, his ashy knuckles clenching the crooked timbers, in the other the crumpled vellum scroll. It took forever to climb these stairs, and without his cane…
He looked to the old ebony shaft tied to his waist, the silver serpent knob bobbing along as shambled up his increasingly too long stairs.
“You better have something amazing old man.” he mumbled as reached his door and shoved it open, the old slats sticking as he half pushed, half lifted the damn thing from the rutt it had dug in his floor.

The old room clattered as the door wedged itself shut, old moonlight filtering into the room. He plopped himself down at the old wooden desk by the window and slung the paper across the uneven counter. It rolls to a stop in a rut decades old, next to the burned out candle, the half charred skull with the bit of white hair and pointed teeth from that old from that old hag, and the 4 books he’d ever owned. It was sealed with a deep purple wax, and a symbol of a Sphinx

The Greenbooks
Table of Contents

Part 1: Stormpup

Ch. 1: The Aquila and the Apprentice

Ch. 2: Wolfmother

Ch. 3: The Long Walk

Ch. 4: Lizardman

List of Important NPCs I'm working on by Code Names
Hints at things in your Immediate Future

Quilts: Almost done
He Who Always Walks In Front: Do final check
The Fencer: Probably needs restating,, check if his race has an alt that’s better for the build
Cape and Cowl:
Sassy and Smiling: Need to check the edits
Chipmunk: Same as S&S
Inhabitant of the 100 Acre Wood: I think he needs to be made
Swamp Stories: Fuck I need to build her
What’re You Buyin’?: Need to Build/Maybe I don’t?
Uncle Ruckus & Biff’s Bastard Child:
Things that Will make Thoorin wish he was Alive:
The Warrant, The Cool Drink of Water, The Cherry Pie:
What Does this Button Do?:
Nomad Blanks:
Tinker, Twiddle, BOOM!:


Why do we fight? You’re strong. I can recognize that. I respect that.

Still, as one whose hands have been stained red, I have to wonder…

Have you been forced to make that choice?

Are you ready for that if the time comes?

It’s not the same as to slay a beast or a monster. It is something that will follow you forever.

Are you prepared for that responsibility?

Are you still innocent?

The Abyss


I don’t know what happened. It only took a moment, and suddenly there was nothing around me. No light, no sound, nothing. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see.

I’m certain that was where it would all end.

Still, as long as I have any strength left, I have to fight, don’t I?

So I struggled.

I kicked, I rammed my head into it.

I could feel myself being dragged through the darkness, but I kept on, and somehow…

It stopped.

And I was in a sea of earth, dragged to a current I could not control.


“I am the Winged Wolf,
Long as I continue to draw breath, I will continue to protect those around me.
It doesn’t matter if I’m outnumbered
It doesn’t matter if I’m bloodied, my weapons stripped away from me, or I stand by my own,
I am the man who will not give up.
I am steel unbending.

Still, I thank you all, because without your support I would not be able to go this far.


You’d think it would have been a difficult decision, but it wasn’t. I may have been a failure of a student, who’d gotten myself exiled, but I’d learned that you can never measure glory against a life.

It was easy to give it up. Painful, maybe, but easy.

Besides, I’m no good as a substitute parent.

Deja Vu
At death's door

It was all I could do to raise the alarms. That’s what I’d thought. I saw the first corsair dragon ram into the medical tent, and my blood ran cold. When I turned and saw the second, my feet began to move before I thought about it. Using all the training I had, I moved forward to put myself between the charging monster and those inside the tent.

As its teeth went into my side, everything went white. I could feel it again. I was conscious, but there it was… Like all those years ago, death’s specter loomed overhead.

Three years ago

Damn this heat is unbearable.

It was all most of us could say or think as we trudged through the swamps. True, the signal had gone up to say that the mission was completed, but we’d still had to deal with all sorts of nasty beast on our way in, and now on our way out as well.

We were battered, bruised, and I’m certain more than half of us were dying of some illness that we’d no want to speak of. Still, at least this hell was almost over.

That’s when I saw it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. A giant of a man, standing at least ten feet tall, was barrelling to one of my allies, giant club in hand. Even in my shape, I rushed forward. I don’t know what I was thinking, only that I needed to act.

In an instant, I was between them, and I felt the most incredible pain I had in my entire life.

For a moment, all was white.

“Not yet…” I forced myself to step forward. He was injured too, but nowhere near badly as I was. “You’re coming with me!!” I shouted, my left hand forming a fist and swinging hard and wide for the side of his head. As I did this, all my energy escaped me, and I fell into the swampy muck below me. My last sight was the giant’s blood from his temple as he also fell.


I forced myself into focus. Not dead yet. Okay. This would have killed me on that day, I’m certain… But I’m alive…

“You listen here… I am Loren Greenbrook, the Winged Wolf.” I gripped my saber in my right hand. “You ruined my hunt… And now you’re attacking my home?” My hand raised up. “DIE!” Two sweeps. The first was wide, but it struck home. The second though, hit right through the creature’s hide.

The grip it had on me loosened as it fell, but I was still standing.

I turned to face its compatriot. You’re next.


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