Twelve and twelve sit about a great fire in advancing night, their meeting one surrounded by the watching tribes. “The time is now,” Noyan Thoksikh roars, slapping a bowl of milk ferment against his thigh. “Noyan Tokhta issued the summons! He must take his title, lead us in war!” Noyan Tokhta only chuckles, taking a…

Three figures stand upon a hillock, their gaze overlooking a growing crowd below. Further out, new emissaries, new riders, join the expanding encampment. Each of the three is titled Noyan, each of mighty call among the tribes of the Daoric. “I must know. You have been silent, but I can be silent no more. Did…

The trees are bright tonight, bright enough that the light slips beneath doors and into corners. From where I sit, I can hear the celebration as a living thing: the scrape of chairs on wood, a burst of singing that cannot find its tune, the clatter of cups, the sudden roar of laughter when someone…

The Tsol’aa known affectionally among his peers as Embertail reclined in his chair, fingers pressing the bridge of his nose while the parchment rested open upon his lap. Ink smeared the page in a hurried crawl, Ponder’s hand racing ahead of sense. The missive spoke of Ashtan, where citizens laboured through sleepless days to retrieve…

A slow pulse rolls through the walls again. The latticed surface wrinkles under the infinity of my touch and pulls away before settling into place. The cage remembers every strike I ever made against it, and it enjoys the memory. I hear the mocking laughter of He in the vibrations. A seam opens near my…

Hi folks! As December rolls on, it will soon be time for Makesh to open his doors and for Merrywick to once again invite adventurers to play! So far we’ve seen a fantastic reception to the Iron Realms Logosmas event and to Flintbeard. Be sure to send at least one present and you’ll receive a…

Here is the first batch of classleads from the last round of 2025: Aeonics Anathema Apostasy Charnel Composition Groves Kaido Physiology Psionics Reclamation Runelore Sculpting Shikudo Spirituality Tekura Twoarts Warrior tertiaries Weaponmastery Woe Misc Enjoy!

As many of you have now seen, when the global cheer reaches maximum (see my last post for details!), Flintbeard, the Malignant will arrive! Flintbeard is the irascible relative of our magnanimous Ironbeard and will stalk the land until defeated! Everyone who participates in the fight will have their renown instantly capped for the day,…

Ironbeard has done it again! In a fit of questionable holiday cheer, the old dwarf drank a bit too much halfnog and scared off his entire crew of helpers. Now he needs YOUR assistance to keep the celebrations alive! Throughout the month of December, this festive event will let you send anonymous gifts and custom…

REPORT ID: O/DOC-3454 SUBJECT: WARNING – GRAND LARCENY CLASS: SEC (REP, EYE, O:C) REL: VER, KEL, ILL, LOR, ELE, CAU TEXT: Be it known that under treaty law and for the necessary sharing of intelligence regarding criminal activities across our region, that the Imperial Security Directorate of Sorathia is pursuing ALL leads in the recent…

December has arrived! Some of you may notice that you start receiving wrapping paper while going about your renown hunting activities. This is deliberate. Read on! Later today (in around 12 hours), an IRE-wide festive event will begin, allowing you to wrap and send presents that transcend the worlds of the Iron Realms! This will…

The warm spring sun of a late Miraman afternoon shone down upon the flourishing boughs of the village of Eleusis. Fthora, hulking servant of the Earthmother, called upon the villagers, demanding their attention for a matter of the swarm. “Bodies. Corpses. Fill the heap!” the masked mycorizae rasped gleefully to the gathered Eleusians. “More and…

Overseer Alashi Shiva of Ashtan polished his glasses and released a long sigh. The artisans and builders settled on a plan and moved at once to clear the latest heap of rubble after the recent incursion. Dust still drifted from the broken stone and each footfall sent a dull echo across the ruins. Alashi surveyed…

In the archives of distant Vaelithar, three scholars closed their journals with satisfaction. The experiment had exceeded all projections. The subjects performed beautifully, each acting according to nature with such authenticity that no artificially constructed scenario could have produced superior results. One spoke of love as though it were armour. Another offered blood as medium,…