"And yet they already have so much so that our lord himself had to breach the veil between realms to confront the Moon Spawn..."

Malakor slammed a gauntleted fist onto his iron armrest, sending a shower of orange sparks across the obsidian floor. "Draining much of his accumulated power, we all felt ...

The sky above Noviscara was the color of a fresh wound. Under the perpetual twilight of its blood-red star, seven ebon spires scraped at the crimson heavens, each a monument to a soul twisted into a pillar of divine malevolence. This was the Crimson Plane, the sanctum of the Red Oracles, where the ...

Noviscara, The Crimson Plane: A Realm Made Flesh

Noviscara is not a world in the conventional sense; it is a meticulously crafted demi-plane, a living testament to the Fel Sovereign's ambition and the perverse devotion of its followers. It exists as a festering wound in the fabric of the cosmos, a ...

Ten Great Artifacts of the Moon Forged
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The Moon-Forged were master artisans capable of molding artifacts that interpreted the Stone's Song into relics capable of unleashing various reditions of it via the intentions of the creator. These Ascendant Instruments are the last remembrance of ...

Faction: Utakatta Of Iah

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Pillars:
Central: The Entire content is searching for the Artifacts of their ancestors, the Moon-Forged, in hopes of rebuilding the Monolith, A grand creation, not reduced to dust by the Horsement, that once focused the Stone Song and reached the heavens ...

Birth of the Song Of Stone; Iah Land of the Fallen Star



In the dawn of existence, when time was a fluid concept measured in the slow breath of nebulae, Vescrutia reigned. She was not merely a planet but the anchor of the cosmos, the heart around which all else pirouetted. Her gravity was a ...

“Well played…brother.”

It wasn’t a compliment, not really. It was the grudging admission of defeat on a minor front, a skirmish lost in a larger war Iwa refused to concede. Sozen, sprawled unceremoniously on the polished stone floor, had played his final hand, and played it with a cold ...

His foot connected—not with a thud but with an earth-shattering boom. The sound ripped through the laboratory, shaking the very foundations of the structure. The concussive force of the impact erupted outwards, tearing holes in the reinforced walls and sending debris flying in a lethal hail ...

As if by instinct alone, Subject Zero manifested a kunai of shadows with its free hand and parried the thrown blade, causing it to rise in the air, spinning lazily in the dim lab lights. Kuroi Ryu, Shadow Fang’s katana, hung suspended, a sliver of polished obsidian reflecting the chaos around it. In ...

"ARGH!" Iwa howled, the venom burning like molten fire as it seared its way across his eyeball. His fingers, slick with the viscous poison from the serpent coiled around Shadowfang’s wrist, fumbled at his face. “Dammit, you snake bastard!” He staggered back, vision blurring into a kaleidoscope of ...