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
Once upon a time, as such tales invariably begin, the Birchwood was a place of whispered leaves and dappled sunlight, where sprites danced and foxes held court in their own sly way. It was a forest where shadows played at being solid and where the wind carried stories worth hearing. But then, as is often … Read more
In the year of the Comet, under the eye of a waning crescent moon, Firnfolk burned. Scarlet embers danced like frenzied sprites across thatched roofs, and the air was thick, filled with the bitter taste of soot and despair. All that once thrummed with the hum of everyday magic now lay silent, save for the … Read more
The old ocean whispered secrets, languid breaths stirring from beneath, as three adventurers plunged through the clandestine azure veil. Their silhouettes, shrouded in grim determination, broke the surface of the waters that circled around the mythic Spires of the Sunken. Eris, the leader, borne of sailors and seers, her eyes, like storm-lit horizons, spoke of … Read more
In a dusty corner of the Harrowdale University’s endless library, amidst scrolls that smelled like forgotten rain, Professor Iris Thistlewood’s fingers stumbled upon a map. Not just any map, but one interwoven with threads of quicksilver and hues startlingly reminiscent of the deep sea. It depicted an erratic coastline that dared to kiss a tumultuous … Read more
In the heart of the endless sands, where the wind spoke in whispers and the moon hummed lullabies, there walked a man named Ambrose. He was a seeker of treasures lost and legends half-forgotten,, a collector of stories that the world thought it dreamed. On one such dream, a wine-soaked sailor had once told Ambrose … Read more
In the quaint village of Elderglen, where the houses nestled like shy hedgehogs amongst ancient, whispering trees, a crack fractured the sky one twilight. It was not a subtle phenomenon, like the fine lines upon old pottery; this was an ominous, gaping tear, a blackness rimmed with a violent violet that pulsed against the calm … Read more
In the forgotten creases of the world, where the map edges frayed into tendrils of mythical inadequacy, there lay ruins choked by the overzealous embrace of the jungle. Strangler figs, like tendrilous fingers, had peeled away the stones’ secrets, layer by layer, until all that remained were the bones of a civilization long gasped its … Read more