stella

The the fated recipient: I know not who this missive may reach, but I pray for a compassionate soul. My home and haven of thirty years has come under siege by an errant clan of creatures from the north. They have taken most everything of value and destroyed that which they left behind - I...

The sun had set over the great expanse of greenery that made the endless forests of the Ixchel Wilds. A heady summer evening settled in over the lands, leaving them humid and hot. In the wake of the waning sunlight the nighttime creatures awoke, leaving the shelter of their shaded homes to...