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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. Collection: the Halleaux
Chronicled by Valhel Nightfires pt II of III As Ren made himself busy unearthing the treaders Mech stood surveying the dunes about them. The well drone lay in a mangled heap, and the threshold beacon in the distance shared a similar fate. Mech had hoped that the morning sun would grant him insight as to the nature of the monster that emerged from the dunes the previous night. In their retreat, Mech and Ren only caught a brief glimpse of the thing before ducking out of sight, the crackling tendrils of lightning and black legs that towered above the desert sand, and an odd pale glow. Now under the sun the monster's wake was clearly visible, but Mech only gained greater confusion from the scene. WeirdEver wonder what happens between the eras of the Mountain and the Halleaux? So have we!
Recently Pandora has brought new truths to light in this new weirded world. Mysteries abound as shadows come to life and our misguided heroine attempts to walk the path between light and darkness. . . Will the inhabitants of Weird rally to hold back the night? What or who has brought Pandora to this dark land in the first place? Full event trailer drops at EvcF's Thursday Night Youth Group! Skeletons of the Past: Chapter 5 Sabotage
Chronicled by Ghasty Marius ran through Roanoke Base until he got to the mess hall. Eoin had drawn his pistol and almost fired it at Marius before realizing it was him. Marius wore a button down shirt with rolled up sleeves, with a dark gray vest over it. A faded, olive scarf was wrapped around his neck with a pair of goggles just below. He also wore an open brown jacket over his vest. He had fair skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. He also wore fingerless gloves, blue pants, and running shoes. He carried a rifle loaded with aeon darts. Collection: Ren
Chronicled By: Ren Chapter 18 It had been three days. Petra had watched Ren through the security cameras for three days. The entire time he had sat in the chair she left him in. In the beginning he had been watching a video. Then about halfway through the first day he switched over to a single image and just stared at it. He stared at that image all day, everyday. Petra finally resigned that she needed to go talk to him. Collection: the Halleaux
Chronicled by Valhel Recommended Listening: "Revival" by Neil Davidge Nightfires pt I of III Another night had descended upon Roanoke without hail or sign of Marius. As shadows began to climb the iron walls of her hidden stronghold, so to did Petra ascend. Up one flight and then the next, until she stood atop the darkened rampart to watch the setting sun. It seemed to be larger than usual, the golden flames more ancient and weary. |
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