Years after the defeat and subsequent colonization of the Vinnish empire by the kingdom of Rior; the world of Lyhtos has been enveloped in a sense of security. Wizards; practitioners of magic-beings who had played a critical role in all of the realm's past wars-were steadily fading away. The dying out of the wizard ra...
Long ago stood the kingdom of Requiem, a land of men who could grow wings and scales, breathe fire, and take flight as dragons. Requiem ruled the sky. But Dies Irae, a tyrant leading an army of griffins, hunted Requiem's people, burned their forests, and shattered their temples. Requiem fell. This ancient land now lie...
They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shad...
Nothing hides rot like ivy, no-one hides secrets like Iveagh. '"That-that's horrible, how could something happen to him? who would do such a thing to him? he was such a kind loving person!" I say injecting as much emotion into my voice and posture as I can feign. Barlow seems surprised by this. That's right Barlow old...
His name is Dust. Like the stuff beneath your feet, the fine layer of dirt that coats your skin and leaves it unclean. This is not his true name. It was given to him by those who found him. Those who persecute him. Those who hate him. Despite that, although he does not know who he truly is or where he's from, he will...