A narrow alley, about a hundred yards away from the Grey Tower. Two men tower over a small child. Each of the men wears a heavy leather hood, covering their faces completely. Branded onto the leather is the outline of a hammer superimposed over a hand. The child stands as tall as he can, no trace of fear in his face.

"You're sure?"

That's all, folks.  Game to start Monday 18th January.  That will give me time to finish blocking out the first story arc and get you your character sheets.  Anyone who's not finished their prologue had better hurry up!

So what did Khadim have before the Night of Fire and what is left now?

Khadim is/was part of the Empire. Could I get a brief description of the Empire? Was it a kind of allied city-states (sort of like ancient Greece) or a true empire (Roman Empire).

Most of the questions I as going to ask are already answered in Captain Mal's journal. The city was ruled by the magi (currently missing) and the Guild Council (down to 3 members). There were libraries, an amphitheatre, and sewers. There is a Riverside district and an Artisan's quarter. What other districts are there? There is a graveyard. How big is it and does it continue underground?

During the Night of Fire, the entire world changed. Now that it is over, is the land still changing and if so how rapidly? Is the general terrain makeup (contours of the land and soil composition) changing, or just vegetation? Do massive changes happen overnight, or does it take weeks/months for changes to occur?

Basically, if I look over the city wall today will I see the same thing when I look over tomorrow? A week later? A month later? By my understanding of the setting, it will change. I just want some clarification on how significant the changes will be over those time periods.

The path to righteousness always begins with a single step.

Nathyn took another step, his foot raising a small cloud of dust as it dropped to the ground. His body leaned forward, pulling the small wagon behind him another foot or so forward. The leather cinches that attached him to the wagon cut painfully into his shoulders, even through the gambeson he was wearing.

His eyes were half-blinded from the sweat dripping in them. The only things he heard were his harsh breathing, the creak and shriek of badly oiled wheels, and the faint moans of the injured piled onto the wagon. The various aches and pains in his body had resolved themselves into one vast numbing ache.