The Tale of the Lone Knight

The Tale of the Lone Knight, as told by Mrs Nogg to her family. Gather around, my children, and let me tell you a tale. A tale of duty, a tale of sacrifice, a tale of how one man keeps us all safe against the horrors of the night. Yes, little ones, this is the tale of …

The Beginning

Everything starts with a beginning. Now it may not have a middle and most of the time it has an end, but there is always a beginning. The story of the beginning of this world on which you stand has been played out many many times across the cosmos, but in this case, this world …

The Lone Knight

As darkness falls, the lone knight stands,Guarding us against the night. Long is his vigil, but steadfast is his duty,The lone knight keeps us safe. As the night envelops our waking world, the lone knight watches,Those that dwell within nights embrace kept out by his devotion. Forever watching, Forever guarding,The lone knight keeps us safe. …

Purity and Truth

The story of Julian, God of Purity and Truth as told by the Dowager Countess. Now listen up, you asked me my opinion on these thrice annoying Julianites and I am going to tell you the story of where they came from. Not some sanitized version full of holy mumbo and rhetoric, but a story …

A Tale of Drum and Shalydr

A tale told by Mrs Nogg to her family. Gather around little ones and let me tell you a story of long ago. Long ago, in the days before ‘The Arrival’, there existed a sect of healers who were simply called The Drummers. Why The Drummers you ask? They worshipped one of the Old Gods, …

The Tale of Raud and The Twins

From The Myths of The Arrival, Volume 3, by Professor Albert Lynath The Izon Supremacy has many gods; however, I have only seen temples to two of them, The Twins. The other gods seem to be worshipped (if that is the correct word) privately. The Twins are said to be the epitome of what the …

From the Mists

A tale told by Mrs Nogg to her family. Gather around my children and let me tell you a tale of caution. It is a tale of terror striking from the mists and wreaking havoc on innocents, a tale of doors barred when the sea mists roll, a tale to keep you safe at night. …

The Tale of Myra Lyca

As told by the Dowager Countess It is tale told in the quietest tones, in the closest guarded rooms, with doors bared and the fires stoked. It is a tale of terror, a tale of fear, a tale of death of innocence, a tale of a lost and confused god. This is the tale of …

The Reawakening of the Lost Gods of the Izon Supremacy