There is a song in the darkness, in the metal that bears the will of something divine. The Called have answered it, giving their flesh and their thoughts to something greater.
Far beyond our borders it lies; the offcuts of our creation. A vast array containing everything that once made us, stretching thousands of times vaster than our own system. In the dead silence of space, it whispers.
An icy lake nestled to the southern end of Dar'ru, noted for being covered by a deceptive layer of slush that acts like a frozen quicksand. Watch out for giant worms!
In the southern reaches of Takawaoku, the stench of rotting meat and bitter smog does little to hide the corruptive red wasteland that stretches beyond the horizon.
The Olimian Wastes are a large desert area on the Argen Continent. Originally a fertile grassland, all that remains is sand and the crystallized remains of everything that used to live there...
In the southern reaches of Takawaoku, the stench of rotting meat and bitter smog does little to hide the corruptive red wasteland that stretches beyond the horizon.
Far beyond our borders it lies; the offcuts of our creation. A vast array containing everything that once made us, stretching thousands of times vaster than our own system. In the dead silence of space, it whispers.
There is a song in the darkness, in the metal that bears the will of something divine. The Called have answered it, giving their flesh and their thoughts to something greater.
The trees still crowd the hills but silence reigns supreme everywhere. Sounds and emotions muted by the never ending snow. The sky's permanent grey blots out any sign of the sun. The air is crisp and cruel- a breeze always biting.
An icy lake nestled to the southern end of Dar'ru, noted for being covered by a deceptive layer of slush that acts like a frozen quicksand. Watch out for giant worms!
The Olimian Wastes are a large desert area on the Argen Continent. Originally a fertile grassland, all that remains is sand and the crystallized remains of everything that used to live there...
A pair of anomalous sneakers, containing wheels in their heels, that cannot be removed— and propel their wearers wherever they wish, until the wearer is deemed "cool."
The firebird's long tail flickered and burned twenty feet behind it. Its eyes glowed white, no pupils or irises visible. Roiling heat escaped from its wings and feathers.
The latest state-of-the-art material used in labs to produce medical compounds, drugs and poisons. However, before you become too excited, be aware that cells are little divas that need to be carefully handled or they'll kill themselves out of spite!
Glain's reward for his devious subterfuge was control of the clouds and cold. With that power, the Cult of Cold rose from the frosty depths of the forest.