As the mysterious melting ice along the northern end of Avechna’s Teeth finally gave way, a cacophony of stampeding orcs echoed through the Basin. Shortly after their victorious conquest settled down, a scream of terror erupted as frightful terrors began to plague their population. First upon the scene, Marquis Falmiis of Hallifax battled his way…

It was a warm autumn day, full of golden rays of sunlight, when winter made itself known at the fabled Aetherplex Chamber in the form of Kurteba, a winded igasho scholar. The shards of ice bedecking his robe still in the process of melting, he wasted no time looking for what he came for: skilled…

It was a normal day in the city of Gaudiguch. The sun was shining, the party was popping, and whiskey flowed freer than the lava falls. The jovility ground to an abrupt halt when a masked visage invited itself into the minds of the entire populace to issue both a warning and an apology of…

As the lingering warmth of autumn faded away, several citizens of Magnagora began to report sightings of shifty looking orcs on Spectre Island, all sneaking about while carrying large sacs of spectral essence. All attempts to detain one of the thieving braves failed as the orcs always managed to evade capture by the slimmest of…

What would Queen Maeve say about 2016? Perhaps she would remark how fantastic it was that she entered the year with the removal of the Brand of Nifilhema that she bore for so long. Or perhaps she would despair over the loss of her beloved consort. If this was how the year began for the…

Five years ago, Mysrai came into being under circumstances outlined here: https://www.lusternia.com/near-misses-becoming-mysrai. Now, at the end of that five years, I have removed that hat, and many masks, and am, as Zvoltz put it, returning to dust. It’s been a good, and glorious run, but life is simply to busy now to do Mysrai justice…

Arriving with little fanfare, an eccentric trill artiste meandered through Hallifax to seek aid from the city’s finest artist. With the air of a mysterious stranger, this eccentric trill beseeched the Chairman Falmiis Shevat himself for escort to speak with whom she sought, Shalmae Silverplume. After ruffling a few feathers and subsequently smoothing them over,…

Arriving with little fanfare, an eccentric trill artiste meandered through Hallifax to seek aid from the city’s finest artist. With the air of a mysterious stranger, this eccentric trill beseeched the Chairman Falmiis Shevat himself for escort to speak with whom she sought, Shalmae Silverplume. After ruffling a few feathers and subsequently smoothing them over,…

As the Song of Ail’Fae Runia rang throughout the Basin of Life, strengthened in some part by the higher vibrational hum of the Elemental Planes, the Solar Queen was overwhelmed. The skies of Faethorn glowed a gentle amber and twisted under the weight of ethereal magic; as if called into being by this situation, a…

It began roughly five years ago. After the Goldenclaw Coven cursed the Basin of Life – misinterpreting the efforts of the Basin as colluding with their Dawnburst enemies – and after the return of the beloved Sako Tleem, Queen Maeve was struck by an idea. And such an idea smouldered and flared, coming to life…