In days long past, the Ethvold’s roots grew deep and her boughs spread, or so men claimed, from the setting to the rising sun. Peopled by beasts of wild abandon, gods as old as the world itself, men of legend and a life all its own, the Ethvold was the mightiest of woods.
But that was in days long past. Now the Ethvold is gone, and only a remnant of it remains, small woods in the north,... [click here for more]
But those days, mired as they are in the depths of time, are but echoes heard now by few and remembered by only the oldest and most learned of the scholars. Grausumhart’s cities have all but vanished from the face of Aihrde; only ruins remain, and even these have become as much a part of those ancient mountains as the stone and are faded now, as is much of the Dwarven Glory. ... [click here for more]
The young mage Andru Meadow has not been seen in some months and a comely young woman has taken up residence in his tower. Claiming to be his wife she shrugs off the locals. But many suspect that she is more than she seems and that she has done something to their beloved mage. The tower is darker now, with few lights within and now, the village has been plagued by a... [click here for more]