The walls of Aureswind seemed to sneak through the trees as Bill and Georgina rode forward, appearing through the limbs of green and brown like a stone sunrise. The dark walls were tall and ancient, speckled with ivy, arrowslits and the fluttering banners of orange and brown. As the pair rode their horses up towards the main gatehouse, the forest floor gave way to cobblestone and the sound of the hooves beneath them alerted the birds and bannermen to their arrival. Aureswind

The branches of the weeping willow drooped low in the constant heat, their tips gently grazing the water of the moat. Mal sat in its shade, watching the mayfly and dragonfly dart the summer water, and looked high from the mound at the keep ahead of her. Behind her was carved initials into the tree's bark, she pretended not to see her sister's handywork. She could hear Reece and Cledwyn sparring beyond the castle wars, exchanging vile insults that would have them fed soap by t

Bill watched as the Holden knight drove his horse forward, lowering the cinquefoil-tipped lance with expert precision. The purple fabric danced in the air as the knight rode, painting a trail of a twilight sky behind him as the steed thundered towards his opponent. When the lance struck its mark, Bill forgot entirely his training as a respectable lord of the realm - he burst from his seat with a cheer and a fist raised so high that his knuckles grazed the fabric of the Darlyn

Though known for its mountains and rivers, Southshire plays host to many stocked hunting forests throughout its lands - the largest and most famous being found within the Vale of Oldreach, though countless others appear further southwest towards the Bay of Swords. Predominately, the game of these forests are deer and rabbits - the bears and wolves of these lands have largely been hunted to extinction, though wild boar and small amounts of wildcats still remain. These animals

"House Brokenwall? Why on the Gods Green Land would someone call themselves Brokenwall? I thought houses were supposed to be strong? powerful? If my last name was Brokenwall I'd drown myself" - Ser Helena Darlynton, 710 PB House Brokenwall are a minor house of Southshire, sitting in the north eastern forests that give way to the cliffs of the Stone Coast. Their house words, "Once Broken, Now Rebuilt" reference their origins as a minor settlement during the time of Romidor The

Land has always been ruled by those of noble blood, granted and given by the Throne to Lords and Ladies of the realm. Even those born of the commonfolk who later become landowners are then raised to the ranks of nobility through the very act, being granted the rights to heraldry and inheritance. This is the law of the land. There is, however, one - or should we say four - exceptions to this universal law: The Bridge Towns of Oakenshire. Once they were simply bridges, each ded

Ever since Ser Holden Barryl first bent the knee to King Romidor the Great during the conquest of what would become Crosser's County, the ideals of knightly honour and chivalry have captured the hearts and minds of the Cornayan people. The allure of shining armour and gowned horses, the promise of heroism and duty, all draw the interest of nobility and commonfolk alike - but in reality, knighthood is a much more complex, gritty affair Knights, Blackguards, Squires and Errants