Under the blue-dark sky stretched tight over an endless white tundra, the Frost Walker’s Path shimmered briefly into existence. Only those whose feet were clad in the Frost Walker boots could see the glistening trail, others might walk right across it, thinking about dinner, never knowing what secrets they trod underfoot. Azura, the grey-eyed summoner, … Read more
Once, in a world not unlike our own but embroidered with the extraordinary, there was a place known only to the clouds and the stars. This place, an island suspended in the liminal space between blue sky and the endless cosmos, was the domain of an old sky miner known as Old Garrow. With hands … 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
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 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 Ortega Desert, where the sun’s unforgiving rays had bleached stones to bone white and the air purred with heat like a living thing, there is a field unlike any other. It is said that the gods themselves, in a moment of revelry or wrath, spilled their marbles across the sand. … Read more
Beyond the veridian edge of the known lands where cartographers falter and poets find their verse, lay the great fungal canopies of the Ombra Woods. Rumors, thick as the fog that hugged the ground, whispered of its unbelievable occupant—a Mushroom Monarch. Maeve and Thom, both explorers of considerable repute and healthy disregard for the impossible, … 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