Tonight we will journey to Arcvelt, the long-time home of Lithoterria’s most imaginative and innovative people, the Humans.

These will be a collection of stories from varying sources across the Mother Trees roots; tales of Spirits, the unseen, and incomprehensible. Welcome dear readers, to the light of The Campfire. Tonight we visit the deserts of Sanctuary and the fringes of the city of Somati. Where many locals and travellers alike claim to see spirits out in the sand. Many know all too well that the Eolo people have been subject to fighting and exile, until they would eventually settle in the d

"Lost: Three crates of dyes, bound for the Arcveltian capital of New Ashen. Each box is painted with the mark of a blue outstretched...

A small passage of parchment was found on the streets of New Ashen attached to the leg of a wood phoenix, a bird typically found in the...

Word drifts across the planks like smoke, heavy enough to choke. A mercenary fleet from New Ashen, some say, tired of Delair’s plundering reach. Others swear it is no kingdom’s banner, but something darker, older, a foe that no man nor ship can truly stand against. In truth, I cannot yet discern which tale is the better lie.

One day I can only hope that my pen name "The Ironwood Mouse" can be known far and wide as he who documented and researched the unique phenomena that is the island of Delair, until then I will keep up my watch and be vigilant as pirates are not kind to my kind of inquisitive nature. 

The Weeping Hollow has long been empty- just fog, half buried stones, and the lingering echo of dreams never come to fruition. It lays on a winding path heading northwest from the Outlook just before the Sirencester Sea air salts the senses. No one went there unless they were trying to forget something- or rid their thoughts of someone.

Scraping the backpack that was weighing him down against the face of his assailant, Gabrin successfully bought himself a handful of precious seconds to...

The Kilmei is a simple and overall harmless equine animal. These hooved four-legged creatures move at incredible speeds, moving in small herds.

These beautiful creatures display an overwhelming prowess at circumnavigating unforgiving mountain ranges and the densest portions of the forests.

The people of Little Ivywood claim to still hear whistling from the trees, and firmly ensure they’re children do not go out at night ...

A woman with soot streaked hands handed me a bowl of root stew. She didn’t ask where I came from. Just nodded at the tattered lantern...

In this collection of short excerpts, I, Roberte Lacroix, will share my study of the people’s (silly) creations of grandeur.

Thelonius Gretchen had been tracked for two decades before disappearing without a trace.

A listing of missing people within New Ashen, with their last known whereabouts.

Each of the victims had a major organ removed, before being converted into an embalmed puppet of some sort, each more surgically altered...

“I have the biggest story you’ve ever heard!” At least I can understand her a little better compared to her penmanship.

Lithoterria is fractured, marred, and most of it is covered in a shroud of Mists that hide terrifying mutative monsters born of...

"Papavera is a name synonymous with many things. The drugs that your healers provide you? Herbs in your alchemist’s lab?"

"...Those that bore witness unable to confidently say whether it was the greatest illusion they’d ever seen or a true miracle..."