Aldeena Montalba sat at the edge of the battlements, overlooking the valley passing by. The fortress swayed back and fro, to the rhythm of the Voidfang’s lumbering gait. Despondently, she stared into the distance, where the Chaos Monolith lumbered on, the jungle...
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Azestor Spirebeard leaned against the railing of the Bearbulge, the sea breeze whipping through their hair. They watched as the Void-canon fired once again, sending a massive shockwave through the air. Down below, the city of Civilia's Ruin shook in response. Azestor...
Ku'tok-notoc crept through the jungle, leaping between branch, shadow, and brush as he followed the Burning Templars through the Dell. As the scout snuck through the dense foliage he couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust at what he was witnessing. The Templars...
Sorrah Nikos’ acquiescence to the Seraphon, even if it secured her the city of Civilia’s Ruin, has not gone down well with her chaotic counterparts. The Wrathful and the Templars have both resolved to see her removed as alliances break down. Additionally the Steel...
Civilia’s Ruin ran with the blood of mortals. Skarra Spinebreaker had seen her fair share of battles on Ghur’s wrathful seas, but the war of Civilia had become one of the most deadly. Maybe it was the fact that blood simply dissipated in the ocean, whereas here it floated between buildings and beneath broken bridges – around the ankles of those still standing. Skarra was not.
Two explosions lit up the Rondholian night sky almost simultaneously. One constant, one a flash that seared the eyes. The first, a crimson that continues to bleed into the air, the other was an amethyst spike that rippled across the hidden clouds far above. Both spelled trouble, both caused harm to the continent.
Two explosions lit up the Rondholian night sky almost simultaneously. One constant, one a flash that seared the eyes. The first, a crimson that continues to bleed into the air, the other was an amethyst spike that rippled across the hidden clouds far above. Both spelled trouble, both caused harm to the continent.
The map before the Council of Khardir sprawls out over an area that require a child to run across the tables to move piece after piece in response the various ideas floating around the group.
The skink star-priest held a dagger to Sorrah Nikos’ throat. It shone with a thousand pricks of starlight.
The Knight stares down at you from atop the joxl, or maybe it's a kukorolle? It's so dark. It's so cold. You are alone as the forest creeps toward you. Darkness pushes against your skin, the scent of carbon crawls into your vision, and you start to smell the...
Artwork by Jin-joon Park.______________________"Don't worry, ma. I'm coming for you. I won't let anything hur-""SHUT UP! Leave me alone, you're NOT MY SON!"Aldeena woke screaming, drenched in sweat. It took a few seconds for the light of Hysh in the Ghurian morning to...
The jungle burns as Khardron airships raze the fauna from around the prime-metalith of Khardhir - a city fallen from grace. As the billowing black fumes rise into the evening air, it surges around the fleet of airships that hang above the city - a fleet that, although...
As the Starborne march across the continent of Rondhol, war slowly coalesces into distinct areas of pitched battle. Whether mortals fight within the vaulted ceilings of political arenas, strike at each other under the cover of a darkened sky, or navigate treacherous...
Ka-rokk was quiet for the first time in as long as anyone could remember. No howling, no roaring, no laughing, no fighting. Just silence as he stared down into the newly formed torrent down in a newly formed valley. “Rondhol seeks to prey on you, my master,” Wyrdsquig...
They may have come from the stars, but they kill from the darkness within the jungle. The seraphon have finally reared their heads, death now stalks Rondhol as lines of seraphon survivors begin to make themselves known. It began with rumours, adventurers not...
The Chamber of the Council of Khardihr was full, as was becoming the norm these days. Along with a number of guests such as Amphillis, Tidecaster of the Fangs of the Deep, and lower-seated attendees, including the newly recognized Gondrysdassnir, it included an...
Rondhol never sleeps. It is always hungry, always on the prowl, never satisfied. Those denizens that crawl atop it, that scratch away at its skin, that attempt to tame its rivers, that blast its mountains, that creep and war and crawl and burn continually irritate it...
There is a saying amongst Thondians — ”they’ve supped from Rondhol’s waters” — a descriptor applied to the oldest, surliest warriors of their clans, whose violence and unpredictability remains undimmed into old age. It is an appropriate metaphor, for the continent of...