Molly Carpenter... neophyte wizard, prisoner of the fey and technically a warlock, now champion of the forgotten Hells whose masters have faded from the universe long ago. If the Yozi could laugh...Molly Carpenter... neophyte wizard, prisoner of the fey and technically a warlock, now champion of the forgotten Hells whose masters have faded from the universe long ago. If the Yozi could laugh from beyond oblivion they would. Also Harry Dresden did technically set the green fire....MoreLess
More ships than Nine set off from Numenor that fateful day of Downfal, though only nine reached the shores of Middle Earth, but in the midst of Eru's wrath who is to say where those who were lost...More ships than Nine set off from Numenor that fateful day of Downfal, though only nine reached the shores of Middle Earth, but in the midst of Eru's wrath who is to say where those who were lost found themselves. Who is to know what place the Exiles found. This is one of their stories.MoreLess
You are a Rogue Daemon of Chaos, a newborn god of Order, looking to carve out a place in the Aethyr even as your followers do so in the world of form. Good luck, you are going to need it.
Call it the Wyld, call it the Aethyr, the Realm of Chaos rages against that which is fixed and unchanging, like the sea upon the shore wearing it away, this all men know. But sometimes by currents...Call it the Wyld, call it the Aethyr, the Realm of Chaos rages against that which is fixed and unchanging, like the sea upon the shore wearing it away, this all men know. But sometimes by currents unfathomable the sea will carry a raft from one realm to the other. This is the travelers' tale.MoreLess
By land, by sea by stranger paths they came, soon forgotten by kith and kin, lost on the roads of history. Yet in another world they now shall find fate and fortune good or ill. The winds blow...By land, by sea by stranger paths they came, soon forgotten by kith and kin, lost on the roads of history. Yet in another world they now shall find fate and fortune good or ill. The winds blow cold, the horns sound fel and sharp. The time is nigh.MoreLess
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
In a world where magic has all but guttered to ashes, becoming the fare of charlatans, petty conjurers, and ragged illusionists, a...A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
In a world where magic has all but guttered to ashes, becoming the fare of charlatans, petty conjurers, and ragged illusionists, a mighty change is stirring. From small and fragile sparks a great blaze will be reborn and men will again look in wonder awe and terror at those who would dare to call on secret powers. Heroes and fiends, champions and monsters, soon all will walk under the light of common day once more.MoreLess
