A second chance

According to the legend, Dread Velsparge, Daemon Prince of the Myriad Hands, plunged into the Tarakhen Sea in a blaze of scarlet flame, throwing the whole world into ruin.

During certain years, people in Akgku claim to observe a green flame coming from the sea and erupting upward. It can be observed from a distance of two days' journey or more. After burning for a considerable time, the flame disappears.

—Falklyde Wodinger, Haraconian scholar, in route to wondrous Udross and legendary Akgku.

Their wyrm tainted blood and slaver ways mark them as not Human. These are the Evil of the Old World. They are Dylori.

Colossal Water Lilies

"I walked through the poor's quarters, and my eye was not harmed. All functional, and simple, and crude, made on the whims of fate and delivered by immediate need.
I walked through the merchant's quarters, and my eye was bored. Pretensions where nothing backed them, striving for appearance without substance, evidence of changing wealth, too much only began, too much never finished.
I walked through the place where the powerful lived, and my eye was tired. Too much of attempted beauty turned hideous, and a lack of taste was made worse by willing lackeys.
But then I've seen the treasure of the city. A cathedral, that was part of the sky, columns, and arches to carry the weight of the world, shapes to let your mind fly along, and ornaments to stop by. A place to ponder, to be pleased to be alive, to accept suffering, and to realize your mistakes. This is a place I could learn from."

We can rebuild him. We have the technology. We can make him better than he was. Better...stronger...faster. - The Six Million Dollar Man

Think of it as a nuclear machine-gun...

An elemental substance of tremendous purity and power.

"Calm your mind"," the mage said. "I can't" says Raygar. "It is like my thoughts are echoing in here. It is so loud!" The mage tried to shift the burly bandit, to drag him out of the room. "This is a prayer room, what to ..." The mage practically leapt to the dais. Sitting in the center he sank in a position of reflection and prayed. The mage heard the click. The bandit sighed slightly in the tiniest relief. The mage began to drag the bandit out of the room, heading to and opening one of the doors.

Developed in a number of places any number of times, MoonInk has been applied in any number of ways.

To the winds with memorizing spells and counting mana points.

Witch trials are common enough in the Kingdom and few who stand accused have any hope of escaping the hangman, despite the fact that it is rare for the accused to have any real magical power, malign or otherwise.

The modern definition of festival has four parts: 1. a day or time of religious or other celebration, marked by feasting, ceremonies, or other observances: the festival of Christmas; a Roman festival. 2. a periodic commemoration, anniversary, or celebration: an annual strawberry festival. 3. a period or program of festive activities, cultural events, or entertainment: a music festival. 4. gaiety; revelry; merrymaking. In the later eras of the European Rennaissance (early modern) there was an additional meaning; 5. The marking of important events in the life of a princely dynasty, such as marriage, the birth or christening of an heir, a coronation or a funeral, or the traveling to a new country/ state/ city.

Sometimes, the places remember. Where Destiny's threads intertwine, echoes of the past live again.

The stream of time can suddenly be breached. What happens now?

The Big Picture of the World of Nyathis, for the time being...

Van Torxus first line of defense against intruders into his realm.

"Yes, my kung-fu is strong. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to learn this style..."

In a land known only as legend, in a tower that could only be myth, beings of immortal evil wait for freedom. The Ones who Hunger for Pain are coming to give it to them.