“Flow my tears, the Siolseach said, For the price to pay, sad infamy. Lost Moon, Touch of the Prince of Mourn, Exiled Evermore, to Live Again Forlon. A Price worth Paying, My Bitter Self Laid to Rest.” -Sain Ein Laindred,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
— BIGGER VERSION FOR READING— Between Firmament and the Void lies that state of being known as Maybe. Once the subject of much study by Shapers past, spurred by ancient Cormantel teachings of potentia. The roots of ambition To lay[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“In those last days, Chamlear VI was predominantly occupied with her research into the Sevenfolded Demi Mahatramar theory, rather than the ever more complex intrigues and fraying alliances of the Grand Siol. Later researchers have concluded that the project, while[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“As Artam plucked the Endymion moons, so did Chamlear reach out to pluck a Great One from the Void. The replacement for an Iblis stone. Once unwittingly taken, its whispers could not go unheard. For the most able Sioseach of[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
A marriage of convenience, a Sham but not a shame. Names joined, oathbound, metalbanded, skin etched and veil drawn. Daggers trade sheaths for the kiss of a cheek. The Kin of Siol are not strangers to such arrangements, in groups[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…