Malathir Weavesong
Within the age of Myth Malathir was sprung within the realm of Gyhran, with peace and serenity weaving within the song from Alarielle. It was a time of great wisdom and council. Malathir however was unusual amongst his kin, the seasons seem to ebb and flow effortlessly around his being, in a constant flux. Whether the seeding had caused this effect or whether it was a blessing from Alarielle none truly know. It is however not a simple change as the seasonal effect also influences Malathirs mind, from a calm spring breeze to the cruelness of winters chill.
However as with most tales there is tragedy. When traversing the realms on a mission of peace, Malathir and his host were flung into the Interstice pocket realm. As soon as Malathir regained consciousness he took note of his surroundings and noticed an eerie silence… no more could the song of Alarielle be heard clearly except from a glimmer from time to time. In unison the wailing ensued and there would be nothing that could console Malathirs host. Seemingly unsure on what action to take Malathir began heading for the closest forest. Weaving a spell to amplify Alarielles song the host began to understand their peril. Much conflict and strife occurred during their resettlement within the Interstice, and seeding new life into the pocket realm. So it was they formed the Mirrorwood Glade.
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Scions of the Spurned
Cunning, cruel, and implacable, the warhost known as the Scions of the Spurned are a cacophonous band of killers, sorcerers, and daemon-mongers. Lead by the Chaos Lord Syndir, these Slaves to Darkness, bedecked in infernal armor and flayed flesh, march beneath the black sigil of Chaos Undivided.
Critical Deals
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.
Kroqstone
Illustration of Kroqstone gate by the incredible Munkao. Overview An excerpt is adapted from Saga Bugmansbur's travelogue, The Angankoria Expedition, published in Barak-Hirn: The umgi call it the Angankorian Kingdom, but in old Khazalid "Ang Ankor” also means the Iron...