selene

"At last! the Glass Loch and Glass Flame, together for the first time in centuries!" Said a man standing in the middle of the road. He was human, youthful, with sharp eyebrows and greasy black hair. Upon his nose sat a pair of round spectacles. One lens flashed yellow as it reflected the...

ACT I: MASTER BEATRIX LECLAIR, THE YOUNG FLAME Parchments scraped against each other as Selene peered lazily at the missive in front of her. The Master of Flame, Syr Beatrix Leclair, waited impatiently in front of the Dusk Captain's desk, picking at her cleanly polished nails. "Its been...

The hollows of Astenvale monastery were winding and duplicitous. Maps did exist in the library's archives, but many were outdated, and few bothered to check them out anymore. The paths that were tread frequently were well lit, kept and dry chambers that contained cold storage, delicate root...

Here on a long forgotten shelf rests a thin book, just wide enough to have the chrysanthemum seal of the Knights of Anathaeum emblazoned on its spine. The book looks to be clad in blue leather, and someone, long ago, has pricked the outline of various constellations upon its cover in a fading...

Soon after the events of Necromancy By Any Other Name and That Whisper in the Night, set in the dream-like landscape of Mind and Loch. Long Selene wandered through the night, but the dreamscape around her did not get any less barren, nor the horizon any closer. She gave up and found a rock...

In the hollow places between the forest and the Spine lies a sprawling steppe where many tribes roam but none call home. The wind whistled low through the bones of boulders. Rustling grass and dead, creaking trees added their rhythms to the accompaniment. Twin vultures circled far above and...