"And if you lose em, don't bother coming back. Bunch of damned fools that should know better. Who the hell would leave paradise? Everything you need, and you all run off to some demon spawned shit hole" Drugar looked over his creations, pride showing on his face despite his bluster. The gods had gathered on… Continue reading The Coming of the Astar Uln, Part 5
Druhaus stared out her window, watching the fury of the winds whip about loose dirt and stone. Her home, which she shared with her brother, hung on the edge of the eternal storm. Never had the tempest advanced on their dwelling, however. She spent much time looking into its depths, mouthing words no ears would… Continue reading The Coming of the Alstar Uln, Part 4
The table was carved from the Tadilisus tree itself. The gods that sat around it would fade from memory long before the table turned to dust. It was carved by Drugar himself with axe, knife, and chisel forged by his own hands. Hewn from a single piece of wood, the piece was near unbreakable. Around… Continue reading The Coming of the Astar Uln, Part 3
"Look at it. All that untapped power. It is chaos! Beautiful and untamed! The beings of this place are all too eager to throw their lives away to one demon or another. They tear down each others cities. Why do we not have this sort of glory?" Druhaus's fingers trailed over the glass ball, leaving… Continue reading The Coming of the Astar Uln, Part 2
She giggled, her golden hair blowing in the eternal breeze. Silwyn's eyes danced about the horizon, scanning it for something new. She'd been to the ends of Yurilda and back. She had seen all that was to be seen. Still, she felt mirthful. Tadis was paying no attention to her, instead gathering berries. For each… Continue reading The Coming of the Astar Uln, Part 1
The Astar Uln Pantheon, also called "The Companions," are worshiped by the wood elves and some others, though many more prayed to them in past eras. This is their story, according to the Elves of the wild. The darkness was barren, save for a seed and an endless wind that gently moved through it. The… Continue reading The Astar Uln
Gerund motioned to the innkeeper for two more drinks. The elf responded, albeit with a look of slight contempt. Aglanthol picked up on the exchange and placed five elnar on the table, enough to pay for what they had with some left over. The first mug had eased her spirits a bit, relaxing her. She felt more willing to listen to the sailor now. He was brash, but he did seemingly mean well. "No, you are right. That was far from the end.