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
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 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
In the heart of the desert, where the sun douses its heat with merciless abandon, there lies an ancient temple, obscured by both the elements and time. It is a place whispered about in caravans and sung about in old ballads, a relic from a time when the gods still wandered the earth and etched … Read more
In the obsidian heart of the vanishing citadel of Malaclypse, there rested an ancient tower so old that the winds themselves seemed to have forgotten its name. It was here that Isavel, the Last Librarian, toiled among the echoes of forgotten lore, her fingers stained with the dust of crumbling scrolls. As the sun painted … Read more
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