On the third day of the tempest, at the cusp of a time-soaked midnight, a colossal bolt of violet lightning speared from the roaring heart of the storm, striking an almost forgotten corner of Miss Martha’s garden. Insignificant to most, that corner held a solitary, rare blue creeper nestled against a peculiar stone arch, cobwebbed … Read more
In the molten depths of the world, where the earth whispers secrets of fire, there lived the last dwarf named Durin. His home was built in the shadow of a rumbling volcano, where lava flowed like the rivers of yore and the stones were always warm to the touch. Durin was not just a dwarf; … 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
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
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 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 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
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