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A loud keening rose up from the Southern Mountains, followed by a loud explosion. A fountain of rock and debris shot up from the middle of the mountain range as the Wheel of the Goloths wobbled up into the air and hovered over the Basin of Life. However, the Wheel was damaged, letting loose erratic…

From a familiar farm in Delport, Lars Legrand began a journey that would lead him to trouble. Percy Legrand welcomed her cousin to her farm only to discover that Lars had tired of his life working in the mill and had made the decision to start his own farm. Knowing his cousin, Percy, to be…

Countless months of effort were poured into the strange temporal doorway that appeared in the Spire of Aquamancy in New Celest. Telperion, Gracia, Tridemon, Neos, Alondal, Yaffi, Lorina and other Aquamancers worked tirelessly in the effort, ultimately succeeding in anchoring the doorway to the present era. With their tutor Manchal, they pressed through the opening…

Descending into the Glomdoring Forest, Xynthin, the Ascended God of Life and the Wyrden Glory, came to fulfill his promise. “It is time,” He murmured, and tore apart Brennan Stormcrow, the undead guardian of the Master Ravenwood. Many of the Glomdoring stood awestruck as the God claimed the heart of the druid before departing. The…

Unveiled, the Ascended God Xynthin began to answer questions as quickly as He could, ever keeping His perceptions outwards, cautiously searching. Shocked silence and stunned faces looked upon Him, though as His tail unwound, Ragniliff and Xenthos began to realize and piece together more and more. And so the sad story of Xynthin was told.…

For months the Veiled God lurked in the shadows of the Glomdoring, speaking with those who dwelled within. Though they pressed Him for detail, questions were oft answered with questions of His own, and topics shifted so readily that many began to realize they knew nothing about Him. Speculation ranged as to His true identity…

Time and time again Stepasha’s undead stormed the Basin of Life, claiming sections of land rife with energy, particularly those of a darker nature, and drawing them out. Krangar, Guardian of Destruction lead charge after charge into the Grey Moors, Shallach, Hifarae Hills, Skarch and other places. With time, their numbers grew, and many came…

Working tirelessly, Glomdoring set about completing a task they knew would cripple the Time Dames and their legions of dominators, to bind and hold the Wheel of the Goloths itself. Using the Ebonglom Wyrdling as their vehicle for this great feat, those of the Merciless Forest fed it hundreds upon hundreds of the strange temporal…

True to her promise, Stepasha, the Dame of Destruction, returned to attack the Glomdoring Forest. For more than a day the deathwatch beetles within the forest have clicked and chimed their eerie song, anxiously skittering amongst the trees. Soon the very Voice of Mahalla wailed and shrieked, the mournful tones of her song filling the…

Throughout the Basin of Life dark omens appeared, ranging from the superstitious Serenwilde to the fastidious and intellectual Hallifax and everyone of all faiths between. Lorrie of Magnagora was the first to hear tell of the dark days to come, and it was fitting – for Magnagora was the first to suffer. Snaikka i’Xiia cried…

The wondrous, extraordinary and magnificent Czigany Wayfaire has arrived in the Basin of Life to celebrate Lusternia’s anniversary! Led by Jal Czigany himself, the Czigany Wayfaire is a fantastic place of games, food and fun. With the mythical beasts of Garridan Lowara, the dark foretellings of Madam Vadoma Drabardi, the whimsical antics of Lady Natayla…

As the early morning sun rose over the mountains, so too did the Wheel of the Goloths rise into the sky, shooting bolts of energy which tore open temporal rifts across the firmament. For a few moments, half-seen images of possible futures, including a disturbing future for a Guardian of the Dark Forest, and events…

Alarms rang out across the frosted platforms of Hallifax as strange anomalies manifested across the cold streets. Hordes of shambling zombies stepped from these to attack citizens in the streets. The citizens searched in vain for the source of the undead plague. In a blaring of sirens and an artificial voice of stern gemwork, the…

During maintenance of the n’Lochli family mausoleum within Magnagora, a mischievous imp labourer escaped the whip of Lord Ayman, Architect of the Engine with a small silver key. Demanding the return of her family’s property, Lady Ardath n’Lochli quietly sought aid from the Iron Council for the imp to be captured and destroyed for descrating…

The Wheel of the Goloths became active once again. This time an enormous cube made up of smaller cubes emerged from the wheel, as it began to give a message to all those who had gathered. But just before the message could be completed, the cube became unstable and exploded into hundreds of shards. What…

It was a seasonably normal day in Dioni when the Wheel of Goloths appeared once more, spiraling through the skies above the Razine Mountains. A grim, red light raced across the heavens, heralding the arrival of another spinning portal. Like clockwork, the eerie voice of a commanding Dame blared a dark portent to the Basin…

In an unprecedented event, Estarra the Eternal stripped the True Ascendant form from Xynthin, who now walks in shame under the guise of Xenthos. What transgressions the once great Xynthin did to deserve such a punishment remains a mystery.

The Wheel of Goloths became active once again, releasing a squadron of the Dominators, led by Ludlya, Time Dame of the Flow, who immediately invaded Avechna’s Teeth on a mission that led them to attempt to commandeer the blood diamond mines in the hidden Feyranti Estate. The invasion overwhelmed the estate, enough so that the…

It was but a late autumn evening in the 324th year since the Coming of Estarra when the Wheel of the Goloths rose from its dank, stinking pit in the Balach Swamp. Spinning faster and faster, an aura of cobalt energy grew to surround it and threatened the weft of time itself. Before doing any…