Below lie the People of the Land. The very essence of Alleria. Some new, some old, but all with the same dedication. From the utmost hardships to the greatest joys they all share the same knowledge, all share the same insight. The spirit yearns for freedom, yearns for the caressing winds beneath its wings. Join the People of the Land, step into the land where magic flows, the brave stand fast, and the unscrupulous prosper. Join the land of Alleria and be truly free.

Ok, once past the cheese click on the pictures to read assorted stories written by Allerians just like or totally opposite to yourselves. Share their experiences and then indulge us with your own. For your own place amongst us simply contact me.

Bringers of Hope

The enemies of the Empire are numerous and many faced. But so too are its heroes. The warriors of his blessed Majesty stand ready to combat the evils of this and other worlds.

Protected by the light of their souls these individuals stand for everything right, everything true, everything honourable, everything the Empire is and forever will be. Citizens of Alleria, man, woman and creature alike, they all become one, they all become the saint. Avenging angels whose quest never ends. The exorcising of daemons, the burning of heretics, the redemption of misguided, a lifetime of work for eternal peace. Alleria’s last line of defence. The beings who stand tallest, highest, strongest against the encroaching hoards of CHAOS looming behind the horizon. Be wary of the ever-vigilant guardian, one false move and the daemons within would be a blessing.

…Ignorance is your first sin, tolerance your second……

Spirits of the Flame

Lust, ignorance and dedication, those are the three roads to failure. To live off the land, to live by the land, to live with the land, nothing else matters because there is nothing else there.

Such is the mind of the flame, the free man. Without honour or care such phantoms roam the lands. Their nature and alignment easily distinguishable and contagious. The carefree wanderer who helps everyone and no-one. Dark is the absence of light, light is the absence of dark. Nothing matters because nothing is eternal. The Gods laugh and play while the mortals fight for their favour, fight for something utterly worthless. Mortals change, as do Gods, nothing is forever, nothing is eternal.

Neither good nor bad who better to judge the actions of others. Nothing is more valuable than the feeling of freedom.

…Ever heard of CHAOS law?…

Caged Daemons

The Fallen, the broken, the enslaved. Just a few of the words used by the Imperials to depict the manner and state of these creatures. Though to themselves and everyone wise enough to see through the darkness of the soul they are the enlightened, the victorious, the free…

Enlightened or not these creatures must hide, they must act from the shadows or behind the curtain as is proper for such. Their thoughts, actions, words even appearance might and will begin the witch hunt, them being the prey. The darkness of the soul grows within them all. For some it grows untended, a dangerous prospect leading only to death and destruction. Others possess a well-nurtured and well-understood garden, for these the black roses grow and blossom.

…Evil is within all, it is only that some have learned to live with it…