Araenia. A country located in the northwestern region of a mythical world. Home to its four major cities in the southeast---the four Draiis, including Ainendrais, the capital and the main base of operations for the National Protection Agency---Headquarters. The grand stage for events to unfold that would change the fate of the entire country. Dragons. A dying race in Araenia. Two of them are major players in this twisted game---actors in an intricate playwright. A missing princess. There's more to it than it seems...Is she really who she says she is? Held hostage by a mysterious captor, her role ties into the mysterious scheme in more ways than one. The elemental crystals. Highly guarded and highly sacred, containing the raw, pure essence of the eight main elements. It is rumored that through them, one could speak to the deities of each element---the goddesses and gods of lore and legend. The only problem? They're all gone...without a single trace. A mission. "Journey to the lost Elemental Isles. Recover the sacred elemental crystals. That is your main objective." If not...who knew what chaos were to arise if they were to fall into enemy hands? Or rather, remain there? "Do not fail." A scoff. A wry chuckle. As if they would. They had sworn as protectors of Araenia to fulfill their duty, no matter the cost. "Agents...the fate of the Araenia is resting on your shoulders."

Creation is a place of many worlds, each one unique unto itself. Sail far enough in any of them, and you reach the place where the sky touches the horizon. Sail through the sky, and you enter the great expanse of mist and darkness known as the Astral. There, the brave and foolish ply its reaches as traders and explorers. They go there seeking riches, fame and adventure. The Astral Chronicle tells the story of one such explorer, a man known only as the Captain, and his crew as they sail the mists of the place between places. Updates Wednesdays.

a desire to travel, to understand ones very existence.