Dreams are best left in the minds of the sleeping. If they were to escape into our world, what nightmares might terrorize those who are unaccustomed to the dark? What truths of the mind and heart might be revealed? What pain and loss might one discover?

Companionship in dark days is important. Just having someone to talk to can help ease the heavy burden of loneliness. But when that voice is stolen from you, what then? Is there anything you wouldn't do to find that connection again, however tenuous?

Plague, fear, and an ever expanding mass of bodies tend to go hand in hand. They often follow one another everywhere. They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, and wishing an end to all needless suffering certainly seems like one of the mos

Glory, the mortals cry. Glory for their sons and daughters. Glory for their Husbands and Wives. May kith and kin hold your name on their lips and in their hearts well after your passing... but pass you must. What good is a memory if the only ones who hold

What does evil fear? The bright of dawn and the surety of justice? Punishment for its misdeeds... or possibly a greater evil? No matter your standing on any moral path, the laws of nature are absolute. There is always something with bigger teeth waiting d

Weighing the hearts and minds of mortals is such a simple thing. It's all about the balance of the scale, weight and counter weight. Cause and effect. Every soul has its value, every life has a price. But peering into the machinations of gods is anoth

At what point does knowledge become power? That key moment when life and breath are met with intent; when words are born. And like the birth of a star, such events can be seen as new beginnings or cataclysmic disasters.  Join our Discord Community: https:

Some personalities want it all. Their greed knows no end. No desire unsated, no prize lost, no opportunity squandered. But often the heavy crown of your own ambition prevents your gaze from lifting skyward... and seeing how small you truly are.  Join our

Time marches, seasons change, youth fades, but the mountain stands. Like a great tower feeding the rivers of the world, the mountain always stands. From the peak above the clouds it sees all and whispers it's portents to those fated to hear it. But fa

We begin this tale with salt water. The Deep holds many secrets stolen from the lips of sailor's last words. Bloated bodies strung along like bread crumbs below the waves. The Sea's bed holds no rest for the lost.  Power stirs. It has been called.