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 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 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
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 the heart of the ancient Morlan Woods, where the trees whispered secrets older than time, there stood a legend as gnarled and weathered as the woods themselves – the Hollow. This extraordinary tree, sprawling wider than twelve men laid head to toe, was said to bear fruit only once a century. Not just any … 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