Myles Monsden 
Once upon a drear and shimmering twilight in the Nether, where the normal rules of nature crumbled into the ashes of absurdity, and the sky flowed with hues of crimson and ember, there came a monstrous sound. It was a thrumming, tectonic, metallic rhythm—the sound of an infernal train. Actuated neither by steam nor electricity, … Read more
In the murk and chill of the ocean’s depths, where the sun’s warm fingers tangled hopelessly in dark water, the Guardians of the Prismarine kept their ceaseless vigil. They were creatures of scale and mystery, fashioned of sharp edges and unblinking eyes, the last echoes of a world drowned and forgotten. The temple they guarded … Read more
In the shadow of the Everfold Mountains lay the remnants of an ancient forest, now known as the Widow’s Wood, a tangled grove where trees and time seemed to conspire, weaving legends in whispers. It was rumored that the boughs weren’t held aloft by wooden spines alone, but were also buttressed by webs of such … Read more
In the mysterious expanse of the Allworld, where biomes shift like the pages of an eldritch tome, there came a creeping malevolence. Referred to solely as the Blight–a viral darkness that sank into leaf, wing, and soil alike, distorting all it bathed. The verdant jungles turned ashen, marine depths stirred with twisted shoals, and the … Read more
In the hinterlands of Vyrra, under the half-light of twin moons, an ambitious troupe of miners led by the stalwart Edrik carved into the bowels of the Cobalt Cliffs. The cliffs, a tapestry of azure and slate, stood devoid of human touch, save for the gods who purportedly whispered among their crevices. Edrik’s team, lured … Read more
In the shadow-haunted lands of the Netherdeep, where the trees whispered with voices of the departed and the stars were seldom generous with their light, there thrived chaos rooted deeper than the ancient sycamore trees. It was here that Eldric, a summoner with eyes like ember fires and dreams woven in the dark tapestry of … Read more
In Ariadne’s village, if the air glittered like falling diamonds or smoke danced sideways, one knew the borders between realms were warping. That day, the sky didn’t simply shimmer; it pulsated with an urgency, swirling with violet and black End particles, signaling, perhaps, the throes of cosmic pain. Ariadne was twelve, with eyes like storm … Read more
The lone adventurer—who for the sake of our story we shall call Finch—found the desert temple not so much by fate as by a unique intertwining of destiny and an oversight, having misplaced her compass three dunes back. It lay sprawling before her, emerging from the wind-swept sand like an old bedsheet tossed aside by … Read more
In the ethereal realm of Voxelia, where the skies shimmer in hues of pixels and the ground assembles in blocks, there was a hunter known simply and fearfully as Thalric. His eyes, sharp as diamond swords, had observed movements in the fledgling dawn forests and the twilight deserts, chasing rumors between each shift of the … Read more