As promised! The second version of the lands of Idemrune. No borders, some key features, a little more detail but not yet in a finished form. These are the foundations, however, of a vast world unlike our own; unlike most... and it's mysteries are plentiful, even I have barely scratched the surface... Yet I've come... Continue Reading →
IvoryFang Keep stands guarded by a thousand wolves! it's walls are impenetrable, it's archers are forever precise, it's cavalry are the countless dooming packs!
Off in the northern hemisphere of Idemrune, there is an island mainly of Cynoceps, called: Taunuw. It is the homeland of these Wolfen beings.
There is much to say about Odessa Crine; it largely being a sea of sand, rumors flock as the murder of crows do from borough to borough -- what lies beneath it, are the legends of the dawning times.
But I wonder, of the things I've been taught -- power is with knowledge and it seems awfully frightening to have the two together.
Of course there are humans, the likes of women and men in the lands of Idemrune! We are a formidable being, after all. Persistent, ambitious, relentless are we. And it would be an ordinary land without the extraordinary likes of man and woman, our arrogance alone proves to be note worthy in any land. But there... Continue Reading →
I see a great river flowing like the high winds above a mountain's peak. And beside the river's belly, purple water hyacinths make their home. You are like the mighty river that waters the beauty. And with your stories, every word is like a drop that waters the soul. There is a moment when... Continue Reading →
"And what of the trees behind you? What of their flowers? Can you not smell their nectar, their velvet-like pedals? What of the birds in the sky, their songs harmonize, can you hear them? What of the ground, tell me; did you feel the ground slam against your legs, as you fell? And what of I? Did you feel -- when you saw the likes of a mountain moving towards you? Perhaps, it was fear; the likely feeling when stumbling upon the unknown -- do you feel the life in my words, the air that encompasses them, as I speak to you? Tell me, young one, does this world feel lifeless?What is real, to you?"