Myles Monsden 
In the village of Thornwick, where the sea gnashed its teeth on rocky shores and seagulls screamed like lost souls, there existed stories whispered in the dim light of hearths. These were not the type of stories that could be knit into the warm fabric of day. They were tales of shadow, spun with the … Read more
In the time before time stretched its limbs and yawned into the patterns of modern man, the Earth spun silently, nursing its fiery heart. Many millennia later, when humans had paved much of the wild underfoot and had begun to yearn for lost thrills, they conjured new ones. And so was born the Lava Surfer’s … Read more
In the dark womb of the ocean, where light dares not stray, swims tales of the city of sapphire, Sapphirona. Legend, whispered like a lurking secret among divers and dreamy scholars, had it that Sapphirona was guarded by a sentinel – neither beast nor man, formed from the ocean’s raw essence and age-old sorceries, its … Read more
There was, at the edge of the world as the locals claimed, a place where the winter would not kiss—where the frost that claimed the lips of lakes and silenced the chatter of rivers feared to tread. In the small, snow-dusted village of Halver’s Bend, there was whispered a tale that came carried in the … Read more
In the molten depths of the world, where the earth whispers secrets of fire, there lived the last dwarf named Durin. His home was built in the shadow of a rumbling volcano, where lava flowed like the rivers of yore and the stones were always warm to the touch. Durin was not just a dwarf; … Read more
In the tangled underbelly of a lost civilization, where columns lay like the fallen boughs of ancient trees and the sun barely whispered through the persistent fog, there lay the Labyrinth of Tharsis. It was not a labyrinth as humans think, with hedges and mincing stone paths, but rather a crumbling city, pathways choked with … Read more
In the gap between the Now and the Not Yet, there existed a realm known only as the Void. People often imagined the Void as being dark, an empty chasm stretching the bounds of eternity. But those who truly knew, understood that the Void hummed with potential, pregnant with the chaos of creation just waiting … Read more
In the depth of the world there was a forest, not like our dear dark greens dotted with daisies and dusted with dew, but a forest fierce and hot, where the trees bled red like wounds in the earth, and the air shimmered with heat and secrets. This place was aptly named the Crimson Forest … Read more
In the Village of Brethdale, where the leering mountains gnash their teeth against the morose sky, there came each autumn a harvest like no other. Pumpkins swelled, as if fattening on the moonlight, their skins pulling taut with whispers from the shadows. Apples blushed with thievery, having stolen fire from the sunset. Corn husks rustled … Read more
Deep in the cradle of the Felhorn Mountains, buried beneath hallowed ground and twisted thorns, throbbed the Stone Heart. Not flesh, not blood, but ancient stone aglow with dusk’s deepest carmine—a hum vibrated through the cavernous ribs of the mountain, almost a whisper, almost a pulse. The heart held secrets and sang silent songs, causing … Read more