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“The legend begins…”

forgottenshrinesedit01smallEphemeral Skye

There is a place where memories go to take their last breaths. A land breathes composed of the ashes of all that which has departed, everything which was once known but now lies forgotten. Is he a specter in this place or is he another memory? He has known so much sorrow in his long life; it is plausible that long after his passing some semblance of sentience remains. He suffered so many trials, celebrated so many victories and failures which have led to this moment. Deep in a temple dedicated to a thousand shrines and even more faiths, he can be seen repeating the motions of a life well-lived. Once upon a time, he had boasted of being a warrior; later he had become a king. He had been a lover, a husband, a father, both hero and villain in his own story and those of others. There are varying tales of his death, and there are stories yet where he remains alive and forging new paths through one world and others.

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The Journey


“Come on down to the Faire,” they said.
“There are wonderous things to be seen.”
They hadn’t lied, there was more in this Tiny Town than met the eye, particularly at your eye level. The creatures which tended to make this Town their home were diminutive in stature, but certainly not in personality. Around you they crowded, each chattering away merrily, all encouraging the same thing. Not to remain safe in the town, but to venture further afield, to take on an adventure. To take on a quest. Who could resist such a challenge?

You were never one to shy away from a challenge, and this? Moving against a force as despicable as the unweaver… With your friend ever close by, cheering you on, you would answer this call. “Head north!” The first clues told. Strange creatures left behind, cheering and dancing, toasting the escapade with something they called ‘Wootberry Juice’, you had to wonder who you would meet along the way, and how this adventure would change the way you see the world, and yourself. Continue reading The Journey

The hunt for Purple Broccolino

 

In Severina it rained all the time. Dark clouds were a constant presence, scudding across the sky with the briefest glimpses of moonlight piercing their depths to illuminate the ground below. In this unique ecosystem, in the dark and the dank, strange beings flourished. It was one of these strange beings that Calle was hunting now…

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