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
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 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 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
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
On Hermit’s Peak, wrapped in a high mist that never quite seemed to clear, there lived an old man called Elian, though no voice save his own had spoken the name in many years. Swathed in robes the color of twilight, he had crafted his world from the iron heart of the mountain and the … 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