Vengeance upon the infidels!

I don’t often get the opportunity (or, admittedly, the inclination) to interact with players more than a significant distance from my particular realm of influence in Magnagora and the DisOrder of Morgfyre. This past month, we celebrated Lusternia’s seventh (!) anniversary, and boy, was it a whirlwind! We saw several new games released of varying…
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The Mystery of Mount Wend

In early spring of Kiani, as the snow ought to be melting, Agitho Merule came to New Celest, riddled with fever. It was not so quick to thaw on perilous Mount Wend, and the Saint Gathlyn’s orphanage was suffering for it. Sir Raikogen Tanestra and Faragan Diluculo answered the call to serve the Light. Finding…
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The Rocksuckers of Shallach

Late in the month of Shanthin, groups of orcs were found wandering the highways of the Basin of Life, who were literally “stoned” from licking strange rocks covered with crystals. The wandering orcs were first found by Shedrin Shevat, Morbo Gordian, Tulemrah Shevat, Ushaara La’Saet, Morshoth Skyplume and Eritheyl Skyplume, all of Hallifax, who promptly…
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A Small Homecoming in Zoaka

Bodha, a humble crafter of ceremonial pipes who had decided to spend years in far off realms, researching and seeing creatures as well as sights unseen by many, is now once again a resident of the Zoaka, where he was born and raised. When his former location suddenly and mysteriously shifted to a much more…
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Breaking the Miasma

For nearly a month, the Basin of Life anguished beneath the arrival of the strange, murmuring silver miasma that appeared in the Oleanvir Valley and spread quickly through New Celest and the Inner Sea, inexplicably reaching eastward. Relief was had at last when a figure appeared over the Snow Valley, alighting near the spherical crystal…
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The Coming of the Miasma

A terrifying event occurred that some claimed were foreshadowed by the strange dreams that were plaguing the people of the Basin of Life for several months. The temperature suddenly dropped and a cold wind turned the sickly yellow clouds of the wounded sky into swirling maelstrom. Within the putrid storm, glowing red eyes appeared, surrounding…
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Peering into the Light (pt2)

More than two months ago now I made a post, ‘Peering into the Light (pt1)’, and at its conclusion promised to talk a bit more on other aspects of Celest. After a few months of contemplation (and listening in on the Cantors a fair bit), I’ve decided to revisit the topic and pick up where…
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Mystics and Madmen

Gaudiguch is a city of contradictions and a city of passions. It has to be. After all, the main focus of the city is on frivolous revelry, on drunken, debaucherous celebration, and on tearing down the old in pursuit of the new. It’s a city of Freedom, a city of Revolution, and a city where…
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The Genesis of the Wounded Sky

As the end of 299 CE quickly approached, unbeknownst to many in the Basin of Life, powerful forces worked to secure the means to shape the fate of the First World. Following the kidnapping of Jeremiah and raids of the previous month, the ice devils — enemies of the Basin apparently under the command of…
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A Verse, Ice Skulls and a Kidnapping

Early last month, Hoopah Hopekeep of Tolborolla was disturbed by the dreams of the Great Spirit known as the Daughter of the Rivers. When a ritual was performed to seek counsel from the River Daughter, her prophesy led to one of the infamous Verses of Magnora. The meaning of the quatrain was unclear to those…
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