Echoes of the Stone Heart

Echoes of the Stone Heart

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

Bane of the Birchwood: The Forest’s Curse

Bane of the Birchwood: The Forest's Curse

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

The Floating Isles of Zephyr: A Quest for Stability

The Floating Isles of Zephyr: A Quest for Stability

In the world of floating islands, the Zephyr Mines knew neither sunrise nor sunset, only the perpetual haze of twilight that veiled its jagged, hovering contours. The miners called it home—a web of enclaves dangling beneath colossal rock formations laced with veins of skycrystal, their luminescence painting the miners’ faces with ghostly azure strokes. Below … Read more

The Etherial Orchard

The Etherial Orchard

Beyond the edge of the known world, where the azure sky meets the whispering horizon, lies a mysterious biome known as The Floating Orchard. In this enchanting realm, orchards drift above the clouds, bearing fruits that heal, bring spring to winter, and light to darkness.

Vesper and her motley crew embark on a daring quest, guided by myths and dreams. Sailing in a fragile ship, they reach this heavenly archipelago, only to face cryptic trials. From outwitting Sky Faeries and charming Harpy Queens to diverting the hungry Will-o’-Wisps, their journey is filled with peril and wonder.

The Last Librarian: A Quest to Save Knowledge

The Last Librarian: A Quest to Save Knowledge

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