gulf of ryt

Rocks, rocks, where do they begin? Vehicles of inertia and energy? Perhaps a bit more. But how strange it seems that they mirror the energetics of life. Not unlike a child just torn from the womb, a boulder sits atop the mountain with as much potential as it will ever have. A strong breeze, a...

See now the Kingdom of Garacross, perched on the turbulent shores of the Gulf of Ryt. Thanks is given to the Mother—Metisa—and to the Father—Nykios—for it is by their divine hands that Garacross prospers. Here in Garacross, emerged from the obscuring mists of time long ago, there is a relic...

There were no more screams. There was only smoke, ash, and the whimpering of insects. Zull Du’un towered over a blackened landscape. Rivers of orange magma bubbled through black stone and quickly cooled, only to fracture and flow again and again as the heat churned within. The sky was dark with...

*** They came just past the midday. The sun was barely visible through the clouds, and even now, in its highest point, it shone with a sad bleakness to it, that could always be found this far north during the winter. It wasn't that cold here per se, the sea air was a lot milder than that in the...