Regisfall

The fog in Tilverton never lifted. It hung low and heavy over the stilted town, seeping into the wood, the lungs, the bones. The air reeked of brine, mildew, and blood left too long to dry. Lanterns burned dim and sickly above the piers, their glow swallowed whole by the mist. Khazamyr sat hunched b...

The Return of Baron Davian Macabre In the waning days of autumn, when the skies above Edana were bruised violet with stormlight, a black carriage bearing the sigil of a six-pointed star cut through the misted fields east of the city. Its arrival marked the return of a name once whispered with rever...

Scholarly Preface: Compiled by Curator Ellisar Dorne, Royal Academy of Thaumaturgical Studies, 22 Duskrun, 16718 The following is a restored transcription of an entry recovered from the shattered remains of The Black Lexicon of Mineral Corruption, Vol. III. The manuscript was unearthed during a san...

The moon hung low over Ka’Mella, a molten coin behind the haze of desert dust. The city’s sandstone structures shimmered in the heat that never truly left, even at night. Through a narrow windowed dwelling, overlooking the blood-colored dunes, Khazamyr knelt before a circle of ash and glass, the sha...