The Gathering Storm

Albion’s mighty neighbor is poised on the brink of civil war, but the only thing worse for Albion than Glasonland imploding would be for Glasonland not to implode.

This is, so far, a short storyline, but I thought it might be a good idea to make the page for it now — it’s poised to be a very important storyline, after all.

First, though, a little bit of background for you all, so you know what these “Glasonland” and “Reme” places are:

The Origins of Albion

Now, the story!

Freshman Orientation

A Diplomatic Mission?

With a Little Help from my Friends

Girls’ Night

Distant Thunder

Bad News Bears

Strong Fences

Filling the Chair

And Your Young Women Will Have Visions

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig

Much Easier to Become a Father than to Be One

To Keep Fear’s Watchful Place at the Heart’s Controls

I Want So Much More Than They’ve Got Planned

The Only Game Where the Best Players Sit on the Bench

The Hungry and the Hunted

A Cousin in Need

Mostly a Question of Dates

A Slender Thread

Whose Beloved Son She Wasn’t

Honesty is the Best Policy

In Order to Become the Master

Subtle and Quick to Anger