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Old Smiths Can Learn New Tricks
It was the late summer of the year 888 AF when the voices of smiths across the lands were heard ringing out in congratulations. First to speak was Rico of New Thera, followed in short order by Caurnn of Adryn Keep, Steropes of Mount Piraeus, and Boarath of Mhaldor. Deep within the burrows of Manara…
Read MoreWyvernologist isn’t a title!
Date: 24th of Scarlatan, 888 years after the fall of the Seleucarian EmpireName: Sinyar, the DraconologistTopic: Recent events I apologise, it has been a while since I mailed a letter to update you on my studies. Now, where do I even begin? I broke down on the side of the Prelatorian Highway in the middle…
Read MoreAnd Lo, a Predator’s Throat Laid Bare
A mycorizae scowled internally and knelt underneath Eleusis in his familiar haunt, hands placidly resting upon the foetid soil of his territory. Pained grunts escaped his emaciated visage as contaminated driblets plunged into his exposed flesh. He would never get used to the toll. He did not particularly enjoy his charge despite his instilled, forced…
Read MoreThe Pact Renewed
Wrought first in strange Spirit, with a core unbroken.Woven second in Fundament, with ascendancy in unison.Wrought third for Long War, with Three and then Two.Withdrawn from all battle, rejecting Creator eternal. ~~~ In a black expanse before the glimmering spheres and spire of Celestia, the citizens of the Dawnspear were given a charge by the…
Read MoreHunters and hunted
It was as the midnight bell struck the 1st of Valnuary that will-o-wisps stirred within the Aureliana Forest, the fulfillment of a promise and realisation of a wish cleaving the planar divide for but one ephemeral moment. Onward they came ‘pon Midsummer’s Eve, a bewitching host of the glimmering Fae to bestride the skies of…
Read MoreSummer’s Refrain
The villagers of Eleusis gathered to consider a prospect as long in the making as it was in its likelihood: a transition to a theocracy under their Matron, Gaia, Goddess of Nature. To say Eleusis and its Patrons have had a tumultuous history is a profound understatement, as the modern history of the village and…
Read MoreThe Light Rekindled
The fluttering of doves filled the air above Targossas in the month of Phaestian, 879 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire. With trained aplomb the avians pecked at their bindings and delivered simple missives to the Dawnspear’s leaders: invites for all the city to join in an expedition across Yggdrasil. Hesitant and uncertain,…
Read MoreAn old flame
Sat upon his Infernal Throne, none may challenge the supreme power of Glaaki on the Chaos Plane, but he does not rule over an empty Court. While the ancient, tainted prison is shrouded in secrecy and mystery, scholars agree there must be at least a dozen other Chaos Lords of immense power that dwell upon…
Read MoreSledding into the Season!
Amidst the cheer and merry-making of the Logosmas season, the sound of weeping children rising from the valley of Actar was a startling change of pace. It was with some trepidation that adventurers made haste to the halfling village nestled within those snow-bound pastures, approaching Merrygold, one of the village elders, to ascertain the source…
Read MoreA Poignant Rescue
Devoted to her Lord with an intensity of faith that few mortals could ever match, Dame Mayapple Xanatov stood as a shining paragon of the Phaestean Order on Sapience. For centuries she served Him, and the love she held for the Smith was as genuine as one of His dwarven children, touching every aspect of…
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