… I know this, if life is an illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content…
January 2021
A tale is reborn… the world is rewoken… and darkness awaits
In stygian depths,
a specter swims,
descendant of the Great Setesh
and Leviathan.
For eight hundred years in
caverns deep, beneath
stygian black waters,
his cryogenic sleep’s,
disturbed by
fracked-cracks
in Gaia’s core.
now he rests in peace,
no more.
Imohet Setesh.
Remember temptation is an illusion, In this realm, we show ourselves as we really are…
January 2021 - A New Tale Begins
“I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.”
January 2021 - A New Tale Begins
“She was foolish to be walking alone at this ungodly hour when beasts like himself roamed in search of prey. He would pick this flower, uproot her from the soil. He would part her from her source of life. Her head, hands, and feet were the soft petals, her blood the sweet nectar. She walked by him, ignorant of the brutality that would soon befall her.”
“Players old, players new, players bold and players with stories to be told…”
What is a role-playing server without stories?
What are stories without a unique concept?
What is the concept without originality?
Grim Stories…Grim Concept…Grim Originality…
January 2021 - A New Tale Begins
Some mimic with a game, some mimic with a saga
But where was it that brought you all the brilliant drama?
January 2021 - A New Tale Begins
“I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may at this very moment be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed, worshipping their ancient stone idols and carving their own detestable likenesses on submarine obelisks of water-soaked granite.”
January 2021 - A New Tale Begins
… after stumbling queerly upon the hellish and forbidden book of horrors the two learn, among other hideous things which no sane mortal should know, that this talisman is indeed the nameless Sign handed down from one of the accursed grim cults in Zamora
January 2021 - A New Tale Begins
“A picture is worth a thousand words”
“Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars”
January 2021 - A New Tale Begins
Tales of woe, sadness, and loss.
Tales of the horrors of monsters and men.
Grim times, grim lives, and grim deaths.
January 2021 - A New Tale Begins