Lithoterria is fractured, marred, and most of it is covered in a shroud of Mists that hide terrifying mutative monsters born of...

From a silver needle and colorful thread, so many little wonders are born.

"Papavera is a name synonymous with many things. The drugs that your healers provide you? Herbs in your alchemist’s lab?"

A quick guide to the basics of the culinarian tenet of talent.

"You know Nexicorp gets pissy with us when we don’t hit our quotas, Joseph. You’re lucky I finished my weekly for component 356’s." ...

Through the lens of their keen intellect, the Ceth transformed magic like a sculptor wields clay.

"There is a reason why we Eolo are the only ones to perform the art of sealing magic. "

"...And that is how you create greenwill oil, Jacob!" "A horribly dull process, I know, but as my protégé, it’s what you’ll be working on...

"When I was a kid, I used to fly high and far." "I suppose most would see it as running away from home, but I always came back, and more...

A blacksmith has to start somewhere. While the items being made at the beginning won’t be masterpieces, with some time and muscle memory...

In the annals of Lithoterria's history, there exists a harrowing chapter known as "The Rise of the Mists."