I am a monk of few words. Only three things have ever really opened my mouth. One, my father’s murder. Two, Sherill, my lady love. Three, that time I traveled back in time in my martial arts master’s body and unwittingly unleashed Chaos upon the world and then returned to the present day and trekked to the Abyssal Plane so I could kill Chaos. (Long story. See what I mean?)
So when Adair told me to go to Aetherea, look for signs of the Unweaver, and write her an “evocative and satisfactorily descriptive” report, I was hesitant. That Wood Elf likes pretty words. I do not do pretty words.
But after my journey to that land of temples, I stand corrected.
I have been to the Celestial Plane, to the Astral Plane, to the Feywild and back again. None of these realms compare to the ethereal beauty and absolute tranquility of Aetherea. Continue reading Chronicles of Vedika: Aetherea