Let These Mountains Guide

Days have passed since my time with the scrying glass, Yet time seems to stand still within these woods. Rhun has been a kind enough to gather supplies for my journey. To Darkwell I go, But upon a path I know nothing of. The few who have spoken to me about those dark mountains, Have … More Let These Mountains Guide

Upon Familiar Ground

Upon a gate of infinity I stand, Unsure of these infinite paths. Spiraling away past my watering eyes, A twisting labyrinth of possibilities was within my grasp. Places unknown open beneath my feet, As strangers merge with the familiar. All of it cascades into white as I shake with knowledge, Energy pulses within my palms … More Upon Familiar Ground


Such a juxtaposition is this. Between vibrant rock and stone, Creatures of death walk silent trails. Their feet whispering between slices of orange and striations of gold. The Calvarig. Those who worship The Gate at the end of life, Who embrace the unknown, With arms of an inhuman design. And minds connected as one part … More Calvaria

A Gathering

We alone, stand before the rising tide. A gathering of those seeking hope. Before a brewing storm, We build unions of peace. For we are of the Light, Looking forward to a day of freedom. Our cause is just as we begin the fight, The only fight worth dying for, In the name of freedom. … More A Gathering

The Occulta

Photo by Todd McKinley Sybil awoke to the sounds of birdsong. It was a strange sensation, almost foreign. How long have I been surrounded by dead stone? She opened her eyes and beheld more green than ever has been seen in her short life. A veritable sea of green stretches through the sky, with only … More The Occulta

The Devil’s Tooth

It’s said that when the light was divided from the dark, and land torn from the sea, the Darkness could not contain his jealousy. In anger, he pulled away from the light with jaws of poisonous death. The light cast him from the heavens, her scorn white hot and eternally sprung. With mouth spread wide, … More The Devil’s Tooth

Beyond The Forbidden

“Quickly now!” hissed Temporus, his voice clicking with impatience, “you see, there, the Bridge of Agrust!” Below them, the sea crashed upon jagged rocks, seething white and dark azure foam. Mareth pause for an instant, following two of the Calvarig’s slender arms. Around her, Icarus Worn, and the others stood at the edge of broken … More Beyond The Forbidden