The Channel
Principality of Sran’ Ji
Each vignette offers you a small window into the vastness of Amashik—an ambient worldbuilding experience that unveils the untold tales and mysteries of this enchanting realm.
From his spot in second cadre, Torren could see the first was in position. Armed with projectiles, each defender stood on their rickety balcony as the small boat rounded the bend.
Torren quickly locked eyes with a man whose bow string was pulled taut. The boy, despite moments ago feeling every bit a man so close to the next upraising, was transfixed.
“Smugglers!” The call came from the last cadre.
He couldn’t discern if the thwack he’d heard was the arrow hitting him or the hut behind him; all he knew was the river was rushing up to meet him.
