 Collection: Knossos
Chronicled by Hyperion A chilled mist and a harrowing quiet had crept over the valley. Like clockwork, the sunlight vanished and the full effects of the night swept in, no more than an hour later. On occasion, the broken moon would slip a glance through the veiling clouds, shining for no more than a mere moment or so. Clouds were illuminated under its reflection and created ambient light suitable for minimal vision or activity on the nights where the mist was not over oppressive. Owls hooting, small waves lapping onto the posts Harken Fall sat upon, and a breeze whisking through the trees composed the chorus of the night. On all mentioned accounts, a surreal existence could be drawn from such a picture, but an unsettling darkness remained rooted in the valley.  Collection: Ages of Youth
Chronicled by Valhel Thousands of stars glistened between black spires of pine upon the Mountain. For a moment he did not feel that the woods required watching, that the inky darkness beyond the reach of the campfires concealed no monsters, no threats. And so, resting lightly upon his bow, the Sentinel turned his gaze skyward to witness the brilliant bands of blue and violet.  Collection: Knossos
Chronicled by: Hyperion Fifty years had passed since the last sighting. Time had mulled it into a lull of a legend, and it began approaching the realm of myth. Often case, at least a hundred or so years would need to pass for that to happen, but it would seem the people wanted to keep it as hush as it could be. History has a way of bending memory and truth together, regardless of their ability to truly coincide. However, whether public knowledge would become aware it’s movements or the cloud of the quiet would shroud it once more, the Iniquitous Tome had been turned once again, and the pages had begotten a lust from a newly ensnared reader. Its beauty and blood had enticed many before now, and would surely continue to do so. While clandestine, the Iniquitous Tome had begotten an entirely wretched wrath of its own, unique to that of any other of the Oracles of Balance. Countless hands held it, fingers had flipped through the pages, and eyes had dried in its grip, and every soul to be touched by its grandeur had been left marked, scarred, or shattered entirely. Fifty years had passed, yet now it seemed only yesterday since bridges burned and cities fell at its command. It seemed effortless how its grip had twisted readers into a submissive daze. Love or loss, the Iniquitous Tome left all its captives changed.  Collection: the Halleaux/Age of Youth
Chronicled by Ghasty The boards that covered the doorway of the building in which Lacea, Lukas, Mech, Xanthia, and the two doctors lay shattered upon the floor. Before the group inside knew what was happening, a dozen or so Authority Guards burst into the building, guns drawn.  Collection: Weird, Age of Youth
Chronicled by: Valhel Beneath the cold light of ancient stars and the silhouetted decay of tangled trees furled wisps of smoke that gave way to five silver eyes. She had opened a way, where once she thought she could never return she had done so. There had been promises that needed to be upheld, and tolls that needed to be paid. |
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