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 gap between the Now and the Not Yet, there existed a realm known only as the Void. People often imagined the Void as being dark, an empty chasm stretching the bounds of eternity. But those who truly knew, understood that the Void hummed with potential, pregnant with the chaos of creation just waiting … 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
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 that haunted hour just before dawn, when the world seems dipped in the ink of old ghost stories, an odd collection of adventurers gathered by the shore of the Forgotten Sea. This peculiar body consisted of Cora, who could hear songs in the wind and had hair as wild as stormclouds; Bram, whose eyes … 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
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