In the days when the shadows whispered more deeply and the wind sang with the voices of the old, there existed an ancient temple, shrouded in vines and the weight of time. This temple lay forgotten, nestled in the heart of a slumbering forest, where the trees were so tall and thick, they seemed to … Read more
At the edge of the Endworld’s map, where old parchment ceases to be reliable, and where cartographers shake their heads and sigh, is the Fire Mountain. It stands alone against a backdrop of eternal night, the sky only occasionally flickering in shades of stormy purple and somber orange. The locals call it Olk’Syr—roughly translating to … 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 heart of the ancient Morlan Woods, where the trees whispered secrets older than time, there stood a legend as gnarled and weathered as the woods themselves – the Hollow. This extraordinary tree, sprawling wider than twelve men laid head to toe, was said to bear fruit only once a century. Not just any … Read more
In the hinterlands of Vyrra, under the half-light of twin moons, an ambitious troupe of miners led by the stalwart Edrik carved into the bowels of the Cobalt Cliffs. The cliffs, a tapestry of azure and slate, stood devoid of human touch, save for the gods who purportedly whispered among their crevices. Edrik’s team, lured … Read more