Like all such endeavors, what once sounded simple had long since become arduous. The master and his apprentice toiled day and night for months, lathing wood, forging gears, and fashioning springs. Now it lay before them, crouched upon the workbench, its as...

Blooziy and Schuulk were excited to visit the forest that day, for much had been made of its beautiful glades and groves. Yet as they ventured further between the twisted trunks, a creeping sensation of being observed fell upon them. Halting to eat their p...

‘A serpent!’ Cried the man, his pupils widening. ‘A wicked serpent sat upon her shoulder, skin black as night, with diamonds bright, and its eyes watched the sins before it.’ ‘Continue.’ Said the Inquisitor, his quill scribbling in noisy transcription. ‘Te...

A member of the Nethershade family, Orchis Malum Malificto can be found throughout the Nether plains, and is known to thrive as far North as the Shackled Mountains. Like others from the same genus, Nether lotuses require low light and cool temperatures, to...

Though recognised as blade masters in their own right, the Sisters of the Veil are not above adopting the weapons and techniques of their prey. The Solace of Divinity, a former ceremonial sword of the Tukaniac Court, has since become the last thing many an...

“Strength through grace, beauty through honour.” - Proverbs of the Moon Goddess. http://i.imgur.com/3MuKNqf.png...

Fleet of wing and keen of eye, the sparrow offers a potent symbol of hope to those who wish for more peaceful times. http://i.imgur.com/3MuKNqf.png...

A fallen blade raised from the lava pools of Mount Arnuur - its molten edge reformed by basalt, heat and chaos. http://i.imgur.com/3MuKNqf.png...

Forgoing typical artistry or even a keen edge, the Besieger relies instead upon kinetic delivery and staggering impact potential. It stands as a stark example of the lengths Barathrum will travel to ensure victory within the mortal realms. http://i.imgur.c...

Whether by folly or intention, many things have quietly slipped beneath the font’s ethereal surface. There they remain, forgotten relics of ages past, immune to the passage of century and millennia above. Eventually, when the need is dire, they resurface, ...

Steel or flesh, it matters not, for the mists of the font remake all things. What was once shattered becomes whole again - complete from the outside, yet forever changed beneath. http://i.imgur.com/3MuKNqf.png...