Located in the lower part of the community, Pernouds is the epitome of sleazey establishments. The floors are dirty and smell of excretement, urine, and worse. The chairs are ramshackle built, and the tables are all in poor shape.
Nestled in between the other vendors and shops in the market is a small shop, humble in appearance, yet exclusive in clientele…
Wizard’s Shop? Where’s the Magic Shop? What sort of rubbish are you going on about sir?
Not dragons proper, these beasts are often beheld in the respect that is commonly reserved for other beatific wildlife such as unicorn and pegasi.
Fifty steps from the eorlingas/ guided by that which is sinister/ Through dreaming eyes
Via Humanitae - For Humans to live and thrive, non humans must be removed.
This organization began with a simple idea to protect the common people from the danger of magic run amok. Far too many disasters and atrocities were being commited by irresponcibe, evil, or mad wizards with no one to answer to but their own degraded consciences. But like so many things, it started off good and has shifted to the dark side.
The Magma Borer is a large creature native to the extreme world of Crematoria. Scientists and planetologists have yet to be able to explain so many things about the planet and the unknown lifeform that made it possible.
The teeth of a hungry wolf.
The blood of a murderer.
The cloth of a false saint’s burial shroud.
All of these things and more are used in the creation of a Caedea.
An emerald, the size of three fists, and burning with an inner light. A most worthy prize for any adventuring party.
How many years have passed since these stones were cut? Haw many apprentices have swept these floors? Many, yes. Many.
“I’ve got to finish it, I’ve got to…”
The air is chilled and causes goosebumps, while not a sound stirs across the glass smooth surface of the water. The Inn rises three stories above the bank of the river, a single lantern lit on the quay.
When does a boon become a bane? The wise often falter and make foolish mistakes under the guidance of those who are treacherous in design.
Your eyes can lie. Blindfolds can slip away. The Dark Latern extinguishes the deception of light and shadow.
Appearing in the form of a massive bloody spider, the Bone Stitcher is one of the more macabre creations of the infernal…
Larkin thought that she was just like the other girls in her village. Her mother was a local crofter, but her father was an incredibly wealthy man who was seldom around but cared very deeply for her mother. Now her mother has passed away, her father hasnt come back, and things are starting to happen to her, things that are neither natural or explainable…
All of his life Fflam lived in the shadows of greater and more terrible demons than himself. One day he would show them all…
In Aelfa’s arms, have I left my anvil…
These were the last words of Davyd, the last master alchemist of the Old World, upon his deathbed. For nine centuries many have sought out Aelfa to find the anvil so that they might create weapons of power equivalent to those crafted during the height of the Old World.
Spires of crystals reach in the barren sky, glittering like the teeth of some long since slain carnivore god…
Trapped in his tomb, but alive, the God of Pain awaits his uleashing, said to be at the end of the world, he uses his only powers he can and calls to him 2 people, a man and a women to reliquish him from his prison. The man and the women, decieved by them thinking it a person trapped, go after to help the God of Pain unwittily and let him destroy the world