An oddity in the anergia of Elyden, the Haréshk is a region that is characterised by its beautiful yet rugged terrain, noble houses and politicking nature. The death and pollution that has become so rampant in other regions of Elyden are not as evident here (though they do exist). It is a place forgotten by the industry and crusading of the High-empire and echoes a more classical time. What follows is the entry for the Haréshk from the Encyclopaedia Elyden:
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2015-10-20 07:09:40 +0000 UTC
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The below short story is the first in many stories I've written (and am planning on continuing) featuring the clone Slaven. He is the closest thing I have to a main protagonist, and I hope to one day be able to share more of his adventures with you.
Without giving too much away, he is an alabaster-skinned adonis, a giant crafted by technarcanists to mirror what is considered the perfect human form by the men of the Korachani empire. They are vat-born marvels of the in...
2015-10-04 07:09:19 +0000 UTC
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3910 RM - Lyridia
Finally, the stone was his.
He’d crossed half the known world, following echoes of his own devising. Shadows and glimpses that less astute individuals might miss had guided him this far. First, the gloom and decay of Vârr. How many of its abandoned quarries and mines had he catalogued? How many of their discarded treasures had he sifted though, rejected, ultimately forgotten? In the black waters of Propontis he searched, wading in the ruin of dead civilizations...
2015-10-04 06:56:17 +0000 UTC
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Part 1 – the Bleached Shelf, outside Ras
Chronicler made camp with the rest of them in the hollow ribcage of a long-dead beast. It wasn't the strangest campsite Chronicler had ever been in, though he’d marched around it more than once sketching its sky facing pillars of bone. Already, a pair of Saviudi guards had climbed two of the sun-bleached ribs and were perched there, squinted eyes scanning the horizon. The pale scarves that wrapped around ...
2015-09-10 12:50:32 +0000 UTC
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Many years ago, when faeries still flitted in pollen-filled groves and elves walked freely without fear of human discovery, there was a town built on a wooded hill said to be the remnant of an ancient giant burial-mound. The woods were a dangerous place, filled with mischievous goblins, restless spirits, greedy changelings, voracious wolves and territorial ogres. But, for all the dangers of the place, beneath the hill was a vein of gold that was the envy of even dverg. It was this gold, and ...
2015-08-29 10:44:07 +0000 UTC
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Elyden is a dying world that exists in the waning shadow of gods that have long-since abandoned her. Her domains are slowly crumbling, succumbing to pollution and decay. In some places a veil has fallen, warping the natural order of things even as the nightmares of maddened gods further unravel the world. Seemingly ensnared by her own decadence and decay, Elyden has become a world far removed from the beauty in which she was conceived. Seas slowly retreat, killing p...
2015-08-28 17:59:43 +0000 UTC
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I thought I’d take the time to post a little-bit more about this project. It’s not exactly an art blog (I’m not an artist, and I do, when I do them, are maps), and it’s not exactly a writing blog either. So what is it?
I’d like to think of this as a worldbuilding blog, where every post, though perhaps disparate from the others, adds a new thread to the intricate tapestry I’m weaving (or something along those lines). But what would these posts be?
At the ...
2015-08-28 16:59:05 +0000 UTC
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