On the 11th of Daedalan 923 AF, the citizens of Mhaldor gathered within the Black Cathedral for a dark communion and an even darker purpose. Blood flowed in rivers from their freshly slit throats, soaking into a pentagram of their own make as they performed a profane ritual: the summoning of Lord Malortis, the Portal…

Ethereal fog flowed forth from the threads of Memory across Sapience as the clangour of war resounded. Three Divine stood alone in the wake of a battle against Memory’s recreations: the Malevolent One, the Skylord, and the Wayward Heir. Vastar’s voice rang out to Sartan, demanding He cease His fight against mere echoes of His…

In Lupar of 922 AF, the Pantheon arrayed Themselves in all the blinding regalia of immortality and marched to war upon the distant plane of Memory. With the Lord Commander at Their front and an army of Demigods and Celani at Their heels, even the oldest of Adversaries could agree on one thing: They would…

Ethereal fog swirled in the rifts to Memory, bequeathing visions of distant worlds perhaps unbeknownst to those under watch. – In Miraman 922 AF, Divinity gathered on the precipice of Memory. A strategy was made, one that would guide both means and method in Their war against the Prince of Woe. Yet as They spoke,…

On the 19th of Aeguary in the 922nd year after the fall of Seleucar, the first brambles of a corrupted Yggdrasil assaulted the Prime Material Plane. The forest village of Sparrow’s Rest trembled as reality shifted, spurring its namesake birds to flight as fell tendrils found root in the shaded depths of the elmwood. Colour…

Tragedy arose in the dawning months of 922 AF, a black night that began with the first sign of Slith since his escape from the Underworld. On the cold fields of the Outer Planes, upon a world no God had cared to view since time immemorial, the King of the Undead struck against Babel’s cult.…

How far had Himalia sailed to uncover the edges of the known map? Farther than any of them, they soon discovered, for it was a different time with different dangers. The Himalia of legend began her journey alone, returning rarely with friends and loyal followers in her midst. Yet one thing was certain. Wherever she…

24th of Miraman, 918The Arktos hosted a cult ritual today. For as long as I can remember, I’ve known I was going to become a bear hunter for Bitterfork. This season marked the year I became an adult, and as a man of the village, I now have the right to petition the Shaman, Belen,…

Following Samel’s poisoning, the competition to become the new chef of Adryn’s Keep was suddenly a much more dangerous one. When Samel woke two months after the attempt on his life, Sister Terice of the Harbingers gave him a clean bill of health. Steeled by the recovery of their compatriot, the competitors put their heads…

“Stop.” “?” “I am sure it is strange for things to differ. Usually you all just pass on by and through without much conversation. I do not usually care. But this time I have questions, questions about what you saw in the Underworld. I wish for you to answer them..” “I, uh yes. Sir.” “Tell…

Freed in mind by Knowing’s burdenLoosed in body by rended fleshNo longer soulbound, he does riseHearken now to Death’s Demise ~ In the 912th year after the fall of Seleucar, a dark influence plagued Sapience. First, it was the undead of Azdun growing hungry and frenzied, devouring goblin, priestess, and Vertani alike. Then, the zombie…

At the Council’s invitation, Mayor Cotridge made his way to Targossas to confer with the Lumarchs, an uncertain future for Jaru lingering in his wake. In the grand scheme of things, Jaru was naught but an inconsequential fishing village with a storied past, but many understood its significance historically and its value to the people…