spirits

"Apa, where are you going?" A young girl froze in the shadows of the torchlight before whipping her head around to her little cousin. She did her best to hold back a biting retort as she would need him to stay quiet. "I told you not to call me that, Oga. Be silent; I will return within three...

With the passing of the Syzygy came the returning light of the moons. The twin eyes of the night restored to their watchful guardianship of the night. Yet not all had returned to its original form. Magic had been plucked at and tampered. Reformed and rebirthed. Some even cursed into new shapes...

The metallic taste of blood filled Farren's jaws. The fur of the rabbit keeping her tongue warm from the biting cold of the winter air as she trekked back to her camp with Luther. Her paws made little sound in the packed snow; the evidence of her passing would soon be covered within the hour...

The Valen Wilds embraced the small town of Sylvarin with a dense autumn fog, unrest lingering in its air. The once bustling community now grappled with an affliction as peculiar as it was dire. At the heart of Sylvarin lay the wellspring—a lifeline woven into the fabric of the town. For weeks...

"Rest, young Kouri." "Kuuu...." While the world was rife with alarm as the Portal Stones came to life, Tenrof found himself more concerned with the tree spirit recovering in his hand. Barely as big, but it glowed with a light that pulsed in the dark woods around them. A youngling spirit...

The Ixchel Wilds had awoken something in Fauna. While their ties were most directly to the Falwood, they were born of every living being, and maintained a connection even now. The creatures here held a certain… ferocity. Life here was quick, blink and you would miss it. Trees grew to towering...