If one listens to the aether, one can hear the vibrations traveling through space. If one listens carefully one can hear what is said. - Lord Caasi on Aetherschreibers
Patrick Greenbottle was once a normal halfling with a love of potions. Now he has been transformed into something much more.
Even an evil genius can make a mistake…..or two.
The boat floats on what?
Air, the Aquaverso makes it float on air.
12 years ago: When Lord Caasi turns his restless mind to the ancient art of alchemy, he unleashes Philosopher’s Mercury, a primal source of matter and a key to manipulating the four elements of Danmatum, Lux, Phlegm and Gas
Madness is in everyone but is only shone through the ones who expose it and hidden by those who fear it- Demitri
Among the more annoying items that has been discovered among the ancient ruins. The “Chainmail of Forgetfulness” has plagued the minds of heros galore for many years past.
All of his life Fflam lived in the shadows of greater and more terrible demons than himself. One day he would show them all…
When did it all start? He would never know for sure, although he traces it, like a finger on a map following the broad river back to the invisible thread of the beginnings, to one evening early winter.
A Wizard’s most prized possesion is his Spellbook and with this item it will be safe from the eyes of others.
A great demon of death and destruction.
Watch your step with this item, you might end up falling down… or even up.
And so Blinkly opened his newly crisped mouth and replied.
“I think toast would be an appropriate description.”
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.
Blurring the line between black and white, Selyn DeJaod is one of the last surviving Blaze Knights of old.
A man of the city in the wild, a man of coin stands at nature’s side? Can this go well, can it bear fruit? Will he be worthy, will duty take root?
Spires of crystals reach in the barren sky, glittering like the teeth of some long since slain carnivore god…
Tainted. Witch. Hellspawn. Freak. Monster. How often does one have to hear this until ... she makes the decision to stand up, stand up for them all?
Have you or anyone you know ever been accused of a crime you didn’t commit? Been sent to the Hangman knowing you were innocent? Have you ever welcomed the noose to prove it?
Anything is possible with the capricous power of this Glyph.