Telara’s stories are of Guardians and the Defiant, mighty Ascended and determined mortals — even the cultists and beasts in service to the Blood Storm have their say. What horrors are poised to spring through the rifts? What perils await the denizens of this scarred and desperate world?
Trapped in her icy coffin, Uriel tumbled slowly down through the whispering white. The cold numbed her, dragged her toward sleep, but the image of Kira lingered every time Uriel closed her eyes...Read more
Would you betray your friends and succumb to temptation? Uriel already has, and knows the allure of the dragon cults... even the mad Abyssal.Read more
Two Unseen operatives climb the peaks of Iron Pine to find a lost informant. But one of them is a traitor...Read more
To continue their mission, Kira and Uriel must fight their way through a Water invasion and reach the library under the Chancel of Labors.Read more
Snow took hungrier and hungrier bites from the edges of the trail as Kira and Uriel rode higher into Iron Pine Peak, until they reached the cottage at a cleft between two mountains and found it surrounded by white powder in all directions for a hundred yards.Read more
Meet Kira and Uriel, two Defiant who undertake a mission for the Faceless Man though their relationship has been strained by tragedy.Read more
Things look grim for Gloamwood as Ulfrid activates his artifact. Only the recently dead (again) Hugo Waldemar can stop him as our tale concludes.Read more
When we last left Hugo, he was plunging from a high tree bough in the deadly embrace of Lord Ulfrid's werewolf hound. This is, believe it or not, far from the most dangerous thing to happen to him.Read more
Two enchantresses protected Gloamwood from harm in the days before the rifts. Once, the bandit Hugo Waldemar gave them an artifact for safekeeping.Read more
Ulfrid. Even through the inn's dingy window, I knew him. My arrow in his eye socket was a clue. I could have sunk to the floor and begged this apparition of bygone sins for forgiveness. I could have just run. As it was, I chuckled and nocked an arrow.Read more
We reached Gloamwood Pines with hours of night to go. It wasn't the bustling town from before I died. I remembered plump little cottages, not gaunt buildings with high shingled roofs sharp as daggers pointed at the overcast sky...Read more
Before the goblin could finish his prayer, my black arrow punched through his temple, pinning his head to a tree. Miniature skulls tumbled from his headdress like apples. His fellow goblinsRead more
