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Iscandor was wandering through the forest where the academy resided, just trying to find some time where he could be not cramped in by the restrictive regulations inside it's halls. As he walked along, the night rainy and storming, he'd reminisce about how his affinity for the idea of water came...

Eastern Blightlands The loud scrapping of the longship's bottom on river rocks echoed out over the soft lapping of waves onto the shore. Seconds later the sound of two dozen boots splashing into water followed. Twelve figures stepped out from a lone ship, each of them gnarled and ragged. Most...

The Crypt of Uriel Deyanira The Dark Gods whispered. They insisted. They screamed. Their voices never stopped resounding within his skull. They pushed, the pulled, they did everything they could to bring him to the stone steps he now stood upon. It was the first taste of silence that he had in...

With the wind to his front, he trudged through the land leaving behind imprints in the soft snow with each weary step he took. The skies above were clear of both clouds and snowfall, and as he departed the spine the layer of snow coating the earth thinned further Still, it was horribly cold...