An unusual woman, with twelve debts she can never repay.
A lot of travelling singers have a flame or incessant longing in their heart.This woman’s heart holds something more as well.
Once trod upon, now brightly shines, a mage fed by what to death declines…
When the gods were born, so was Spark ... though of little power, he did not lack drive, and so did not those whom he favored…
Two young nobles, enmity between their families. Where have we seen this before?
Everyone hungers ... and must be fed. But what if the tastes suddenly change?
A child at court, considering the world a private playground
Once a tool awakened on purpose, the looming stones have outlived their masters but not their purpose
A life-path fraught with peril can drive anyone over the edge - until you start speaking to spirits, God or .. gods in this case
Another scary child’s toy…
A precious stone that calls out to those who can hear, a lighthouse for those lost in the darkness of the void.
A prized possession lost ... easy to hurt, difficult to find, and with a tendency to lose itself again, only a white feather left behind…
A tool to keep body and spirit fit!
A young lady of common birth, ascended to the heights of society, and then cast down into the despair of unlife, seeking a dead love.
Within the fragile bounds of this cage of crystalline metal, your will and talent may work wonders…
A prison ... a sanctuary ... a gateway ... a murderous tool. Grasp the power of a circle of midnight.
A sword that learns and teaches, forever singing of past and present.
An armor that senses wearer’s needs?
The ancient Empire of the Golden Crystal fell so long ago that little is known of them besides their legendary magical power. Supposedly, in the Golden Age of the Crystal Empire, cities were filled with enchantment, spells far beyong the ability of modern magi.
A tomb robber has returned to civilization with something never seen before: Ceramic vials of reddish dust that supposedly enhance a magician's power tremendously when the dust is sprinkled upon the floor of his workroom. The rogue selling the vials claims that they were recovered from a ruin of the Crystal Empire, but can he be believed?