Regisfall

"Arthrand..." Every night now, when I dream, I hear it. Someone calling my name. Sometimes it's her. Sometimes it's Verilion. The days pass in a blur. The sun rises outside, then it sets, over and over, in rapid succession, as I sit here and wait... Dust settles on my armor... on my shield... And I ...

https://i.imgur.com/SStMmoT.png The books were done. If someone had told him, before coming to Arandor, that he'd write a book, he wouldn't believe them. Him, a writer? Unbelievable, no way! His hands had never created anything, only destroyed. Two months ago, he couldn't picture himself writing a ...

Excerpts from the personal notes of Setzer Aldonis Galbrecht, human bard. 9th of Velmora, 16.894. My hands shake as I write these lines. It is not from nervousness. I'm not sure yet why. Or why I decided to put these thoughts to paper. Perhaps to organize them. Perhaps to move on. I feel like I awo...

Hey, everyone. I want to say a few words to our community as a whole. After today's event, my main character, Zomactelonyvarix, is no more. At least, not as a player character. And that also marks the end of the Wyrd Cabal / Freeport of Tilverton as a guild. It was a long journey, a lot of effort an...

The sun in Arandor was kinder than any Ettrian had ever known, but it still made him squint. He had traded the clamor of arenas for the quiet rhythm of daily life: hauling stone in the mines, lending weight and muscle to fortify the gates, standing guard beneath blooming terraces where children ran ...

My Lyrandel wouldn't heal. The agony wouldn't subside. On the contrary, it was getting worse. What manner of curse had Ingeos wrought against me? What sinister ailment had infested my being so profoundly, that no amount of will, magic or faith could contest it? I felt powerless... again. Since my re...

" He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby becomes a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. " - ancient keltish proverb. * * * It worked! Or so thought the Overseer... At first, their scrying for the entity led nowhere, like plunging in...

"What are you waiting for, Jeremiah?", asked Zomactelonyvarix. "Go on. Dive." The hulking monstrosity that was Jeremiah, a golem crafted from flesh and blood, limped to edge of the docks and let itself fall, clumsly and awkwardly, into the putrid waters. The Overseer watched from above, controlling ...

The ship creaked like an old man in prayer as it neared the harbor, cutting through the gentle surf like a blade through silk. Ettrian stood upon the prow, ram-helmed and ragged, a mountain of grey stone amidst a sea of golden light. Arandor bloomed before him, radiant and strange. Unlike the basalt...

[[Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9nFdkJ3JTU]] In the far reaches of Regisfall, where the winds gnash their teeth upon basalt cliffs and the sun seems a stranger to the land, there broods a place called Thorncrag. A land of briar and bone, where even the air is sharp and bitter, and only the ...