I’ve arrived in a city of empty halls and sleeping dragons. A great civilization once inhabited this place that seems so uninhabitable. Food does not grow here, and the mountain climate is severe and unforgiving. No, the only resource of value among these frigid, jagged mountains is the gold glimmering below the surface. This place… Continue reading »
Day 6639, Dhung The wind called to me today. An incredible gust of wind surged forth from the western sea, displacing all manner of untethered objects. Unclaimed notes took flight and whirled with joyous chaos. The crows, on the other hand, struggled helplessly against the wind. Their domain, the sky that they have always so… Continue reading »
Gelsoaric and Ardmina were a loving couple who lived their lives sailing around the world meeting new people. One sunny summer day, they went for a very long journey between two islands that were very very far apart from each other. At some point in the journey, the sky was taken by storm clouds and… Continue reading »
A shared story, where multiple people passed around a series of notes with portions of the story, to be combined at the end. Found at the Ol’ Windmill Farm, after an epic party event. — One day, a lonely mouflon wandered too close to the trees where hawks liked to hunt, and they were having… Continue reading »
Grimoire, or: magick of blood & culinary spells Monarch of Gods and Daemons Whose unholy will has hold over all of us This Grimoire is the property of Ms. Angelou, a native of the MacGregor-controlled region. If found, it is to be kept in a locked bookcase so that its sinful contents will not be… Continue reading »
When I first arrived in Dragonloft, the citizens immediately struck me as some of the most interesting people in the world. I once thought that these kinds of people existed only in my dreams, but now it was clear that they were simply hiding together in the Trover Mountains. I met many fascinating and dynamic… Continue reading »
Hell. Some say it is a burning pit, or eternity in torture and torment. I tend to think it is an absence of God, no matter where that period of time is spent. Oh, I have seen them all: Donii; Jos; all peoples Gods and several thought about by a single denizen who walked this… Continue reading »
The Trover Mountains, located on the southwest peninsula of Treefeather, are home to some of the worst living conditions known to the island. Bitter cold, dangerously slick mountain paths, ferocious beasts, and the lack of any food source make the region completely inhospitable. And yet, there is a single, precious resource that glimmers within the… Continue reading »