Dal Nastro, little more than a smudged footnote in mankind’s history of expansion.
As part of The Pact that ended the Six Stars Demon Wars, various places were given over to the Dark Kind. This is their neighborhood in the city.
Defintion: A Holde is any bounded place where the rules of an "other realm" hold sway, but are still of this world.
A city large enough to contain kingdoms.
Many cemetaries have a church sitting just outside their walls. One cemetary has a bar.
The ever present breeze from the water pushed the litter around constantly. The nice black cars and their sharp dressed occupants are sharp contrast to the broken people who live here. The Gloom comes from more than the lack of city lighting. And remember, nobody knowns nothing.
The rebuilt cradle of humanity, Neo-Terra is the world created from the ashes of Old Earth.
"The Tower of Ill Omen!" the old gypsy gasped as she glimpsed the shattered structure at the mountain’s peak.
An orphanage is not a place one would normally connect with undead abominations. Normal orphanages are not run by Edrea Solon.
Mind the smell, it is a good place to get preserved meat.
Home of the Krylastys. Visitors allowed in the neutral zone only.
Red Dogs? his shop isnt on the market, you’ll have to wind over behind it, on one of the back streets. Wont be hard to find though, just look for the metal dogs and you’ve found him.
The tiny shrine doesn’t look like much; a tumbledown temple overgrown with weeds, fading quietly into obscurity. But appearances are oftentimes deceiving.
Also known as the school of the unseen and the Enclave of Enchantment. Little more is known to outsiders than that.
Near the center of the forest are the hidden halls that house the Court of Dark Memory, one of the last bastions of the Unseleigh Courts.
For the Emperor! For Anna Purna! For the Tigers!
Motto of the 1st Anna Purna Legion, the White Tigers.
Kingdoms tied by the bonds of blood and war
The small planet of XX has constantly puzzled astronomers who are unable to make any sense of its constantly shifting location on the cosmic charts.
Other less lofty minds pay this oddity no heed, choosing instead to focus on the search for more more promising worlds to colonise and tame.
But unknown to the race of men, a ferocious rival lurks in the black depths of space, constantly on the hunt….
"You head down this back alley, and check that last door on the left. If it opens for you, you are in, one of the gang. If not, well you are not ready for the place yet. If you can’t see that door on the left, you will never be one of us. " Silverwind, aka Alex O’Tor
A quiet little world, threatened by a war that had never touched it.
The Church of the one true God guards a terrible secret: Their God is dying. He is kept within a tank, steamworks forever pumping to keep him alive, clockwork engines forcing his laboured breathing.