Stories from the Campfire : Freans and the Ancestral Isles
It would be recorded that during these clashes between tribes, warriors were free to “Unleash the Beast,” leading to quick and often blood..
38 minutes ago
Campfire Stories from Arcvelt and the Humans
Tonight we will journey to Arcvelt, the long-time home of Lithoterria’s most imaginative and innovative people, the Humans.
Oct 24
Campfire Stories from the Sanctuary
These will be a collection of stories from varying sources across the Mother Trees roots; tales of Spirits, the unseen, and incomprehensible. Welcome dear readers, to the light of The Campfire. Tonight we visit the deserts of Sanctuary and the fringes of the city of Somati. Where many locals and travellers alike claim to see spirits out in the sand. Many know all too well that the Eolo people have been subject to fighting and exile, until they would eventually settle in the d
Oct 18
Identifying Lycanthropy Flyer by Nexicorp
Lycanthropes, or werewolves as they are often referred to, are horrendous creatures with the power to fool you! They could be your friend, your neighbor, or even little Timmy down the road!
Oct 10
Identifying Vampirism Flyer by Nexicorp
These unholy beings showcase a variety of traits that highlight the immortal scourge! Some believe that there is no protection from these beings of the night. Nexicorp will further discredit these foolish thinkers, and bring the truth straight to you, the consumer!
Oct 3
Found Field Note 32
Found near Ragne, soiled with dark mud. "Don’t camp near the Blackwood after dark. I mean it, not even a mile from the path is far...
Oct 1
Ragne Notice 07
"Lost: Three crates of dyes, bound for the Arcveltian capital of New Ashen. Each box is painted with the mark of a blue outstretched...
Sep 21
Tarnished Note 42
A small passage of parchment was found on the streets of New Ashen attached to the leg of a wood phoenix, a bird typically found in the...
Sep 17
Ledger Note of Cargo Run #318
The page was filed in haste, with the ink of the penmanship uneven. “Three days past, I led the caravan along the southern bend toward...
Sep 9
The Bleeding Tide
Word drifts across the planks like smoke, heavy enough to choke. A mercenary fleet from New Ashen, some say, tired of Delair’s plundering reach. Others swear it is no kingdom’s banner, but something darker, older, a foe that no man nor ship can truly stand against. In truth, I cannot yet discern which tale is the better lie.
Sep 1
