Legends and Lore

The sun has not shone on Ravenwood for over a month. Initially, the town faced the sudden darkness with dread. Uncertainty and fear paralyzed the people and creatures of the wood. The light died, like an encroaching, sunless twilight. Even Meldryn did not know just what was to become of them. Whether the forest would die, taking the … Read more

Pages from an old journal discovered in a cave in the wood. March 13th Following the directions given to me by the old sage in Strathmore, I have at last happened upon the edge of the forest known as Ravenwood. I hope that in the following months, I will be able to uncover more about … Read more

Now that was not a name that I was expecting to hear this far West of Gal… He is a man a part of myth, one out of a Legend back where I come from. The Legends claim that he was one of the Riaghladair of old and that he united all the Eastern Clans … Read more

“Well, all I can say is that no sooner had I seen the goblin than an arrow right sprouted out of its head,” said one adventurer, leaning back into his seat. “Now, what do you think of that?” “And you never saw anyone else?” asked another. “Not a soul, says I,” said he.             “Not … Read more

Of all the objects and places in Ravenwood, the most conflicting stories come from the ruins of an ancient civilization. From what we can understand of its remains, they were humanoid, even intelligent. Their architecture represents a time long gone, but expresses engineering impossible to a more primitive kind of species. The inhabitants of Caliburn, … Read more

For those who use magic, they know it is alive. It is a living, breathing force that can be bent and shaped to their will. Often, this magic can be contained and amplified through objects like wands, books or other focus, but sometimes, objects can stifle the use of magic, even in those who it … Read more

I think I am ready to remember again. For more years than I wish to count, I have tried to forget the woods, the world, and my brother. A time has come now where memories are all that remains of Malcolm. So, I must honor what remains, though the pain is still fresh. My memories … Read more

Many years ago, during the time of the great woodland king, a mighty warrior arose. Cruel and vindictive, half man and half bull. A minotaur, a champion, a warlord to torment the unhappy world. Anor the Annihilator. Together with his band, he tore through Ravenwood, ravaging the forest and burning as hewent. He and his … Read more

I knew pain.  The physical pain of injury, the emotional pain of betrayal, the agonizing pain of dreams lost.  I became a shell.  No, I became a snail.  I indeed hid myself in a hard exterior, but I didn’t keep to myself.  I left a wake of ooze — of insults, shouts, and complaints everywhere … Read more