Child of Aidon

The Chronicles of a Scalebound Sage: The Silence of Sól

The world expands beyond the Chaos Lands.

The kingdoms of men, dwarves, elves, and vampires call out with promises of adventure—and conquest.

Tanisha and Bjorn continue their search for Joha, though the trail has long gone cold. To find him, they must navigate unfamiliar lands and new peoples. With Aurelius as their guide and new team leader, they face the aftermath of a weakened Divid...

WM [112] Tottering Across The Room

After so long with just the voices in his head Bjorn nearly forgot what it was like to travel with someone. The fact that his companion went from a wendigo turned cernunnos to a small Devil pup was just how life went. For him anyway. There was a short debate between Bjorn and Failsafe if she was a Devil. Given the fact that Devils are just Trues from the Infernal Planes Bjorn won the debate.

Chaos Lands were exactly what they always were, dangerous, fluid, and deceivingly beautiful at t...

WM [111] That’s A Dumb Name

Screams echoed through the broken tunnels, mingling with the hiss of steam and the groan of shifting stone. Dust hung heavy in the air, choking every breath. Injured workers and terrified civilians stumbled through the rubble, bleeding, crying, calling out names with growing desperation. Collapsed corridors had swallowed entire sections of the underground complex, and people clawed through debris in search of loved ones.

Emergency personnel, both flesh and metal rushed through the carna...

WM [110] A few Words

The monsters above were tearing their way down the jagged walls of the former blood maya lake, now a vast, hollowed cavern of chaos. There were six of them, each were abominations far beyond Bjorns current capabilities. Worst still, they seemed to be learning from one another during their brawl. Spells were becoming sharper and less chaotic. 

Monsters of their level had some of the purest mana of monster kind. It felt more and more as if there were mages throwing spells than the mo...

Random Lore Royal House Pt. 4

✦ The Reformers ✦

Led by: Fourth Prince Baldur Al Kossiheim Qar

The Reformers are a rising political faction born from the ashes of failure. After the Visionaries lost control of the Fort City of Lavi, a window opened—a chance for those royal siblings not yet aligned with any side to take action. Seizing the opportunity, Fourth Prince Baldur emerged as the face ...

Random Lore Qar Royal House Pt. 3

✦ The Visionaries Faction ✦

Led by First Princess Sigrun

The Visionaries are the rising force in the succession conflict, helmed by First Sigrun Al Velidein Qar, whose influence has surged thanks to four defining victories that secured her status as a legitimate contender for the throne.

The first and most pivotal win was the capture of Fort City Lavi, the largest land-base...

Random Lore Qar Royal House Pt. 2

❖ The Traditionalists

Led by First Prince Arnar
The Traditionalists represent the militaristic and conservative core of Wendigo society. They are deeply committed to the current power structure, wherein strength in all its forms physical, magical, and political, defines one’s right to rule. Their ideology is deeply rooted in Wendigo tradition,...

Random Lore Qar Royal House

Men of the Qar Dynasty 

• Magni Al Kossiheim Qar [King of Yuhia]

• Arnar Al Kossiheim Qar [First Prince]

• Leif Al Stormvindr Qar [Second Prince]

• Torsten Al Havellen Qar [Third Prince]

• Baldur Al Asmari Qar [Fourth Prince]

• Eirik Al Drakensval Qar [Fifth Prince]

• Vidar Al Norrkvist Qar [Sixth Prince]...

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WM [109] The Demons You Know

Bjorn had lost track of the time he had been down in the tunnels. They were strangely vacant of any monsters; the only ones he had ever seen were Sanguin Travelers that presumably brought him down there to begin with. He didn’t find any tunnels that lead directly to the surface  but there were miles and miles of underground caverns and he had only mapped out a small chunk of them between dives into the blood maya.

“Am I going to have to be the one to ask why we haven't needed t...

Interlude WM [108.5] Playing For Keeps

Eira sat hunched in the eye of a storm made of ink, parchment, journals torn open, scrolls unfurled, diagrams pinned on walls, and arcane artifacts humming softly with spent magic. Her fingers were stained with ink and chalk and something that smelled of wither.

It had been months since she met it, the entity that smelled like endings and felt like frostbite. She had named it Kaldruna, though she wasn’t sure it had ever truly had a name. Kaldruna was not a woman, not a True Immortal, ...

SND [26] On the Path

Freja thought she wouldn’t be able to get any rest that night but shortly after falling into bed she was out. Exhaustion both physically and mentally had worn her down. However, just because she managed to sleep didn’t mean it was restful. 

Shadows haunted her dreams, the horrors of the past few days replaying in cruel, fragmented loops. The troll loomed over her, just as it had the day her family abandoned her. The wolves snarled, their teeth flashing in the dark. The villager...

OW [5] The Back Alley Healer

Muninn found it quite amusing how easy it was to manipulate people with a few shiny pieces of metal. Copper, silver, gold, mithril these metals meant nothing to her. The orbital station’s fabricator could create them near endlessly thanks to the divinity of the Forest Father. She smirked as Lemmy led her around the first floor with a dumb grin across his face.

She wasn’t interested in anyt...

WM [108] Insanity Is…

The moment Bjorn stepped into the Blood Maya, it consumed him. It was thick and churned, like wading through a lake of ink. Every motion was met with resistance, as though the liquid itself fought against him. Bjorn knew it wasn’t really a fluid even if it felt like it. He was swimming in the infernal planes equivalent of a lightning bolt. If he wasn’t a True Hydra he would be very dead.

Time itself seemed to freeze the moment he submerged himself. He became increasingly aware and a...

WM [107] Inky Blackness

The door to Nuriel’s study opened with a gentle hiss. Isin went to lower his head but was stopped by Nuriel’s hand which held his face. Isin didn’t see when she approached. She was in her human form a perfect faux-human appearance that would drive normal men wild but only discussed Isin. Her perfect face was twisted into deep self satisfaction.With a wave of her hand the Ophanim was dismissed and vanished without a trace.

Isin swallowed, forcing his voice to remain steady. “My D...

WM [106] Life Force of the Lower Plane

The familiar black obelisk loomed before them, its surface humming with aetheric power, pulsing like a heartbeat. The Administration Site stretched across the landscape, a vast and sprawling complex where at least one hundred thousand humans lived, worked, and died within its suffocating protection. All of them were slaves to the whims of the so-called divine and her cruel machinations. 

Inside the barrier, the world seemed deceptively peaceful. The sky was whole, a vibrant blue in...

Interlude WM [105.5] The Lords Duty

Ulfar Salstar was the embodiment of ruthless ambition, a man whose gaze never wavered from the conquest of power. To him, people were nothing more than disposable instruments to be used, discarded, or broken as needed. His mind allowed no room for sentimentality, no patience for weakness. Loyalty was a meaningless concept, family a vessel for his aspirations, and friendship an illusion entertained by fools. The only currency he valued was strength. Those who wielded it were worth his respect;...

WM [105] Little Goblin Friend

The ground was like puddy in the area of the second monster's domain. It was hard to move as Bjorn’s feet continued to sink any moment he wasn’t moving. He had not seen the elusive beast but the taste of its chaotic geokinetic magic was everywhere. It didn’t take long before he felt vibrations underneath him. 

“Nope, not waiting to see what freaky shit is down there.” Bjorn said.

He didn’t hesitate. He took a deep breath—his lungs igniting with power—and unlea...

WM [104] Just Go Around

The days seemed to burn away faster and faster as Bjorn circled the main skyland. Bjorn had learned to hunt smarter, to use his environment to his advantage. He had mapped out the routes of the lesser creatures, found the paths that kept him just out of reach of the true horrors lurking in the deeper parts of the skyland. He had memorized the shifts in the weather, the changes in ambient mana density, anything that could give him an edge. 

The forest was dangerous the further he we...

Interlude WM [103.5] A Soul Worth Taking Part 2

Ingrid's first sensation was cold. Not the cold of wind or snow, not the cold of Gladsheim. It was a chill that ran deep into her very core. It wrapped around her bones. It slipped beneath her skin. It was like the touch of a phantom. 

The second sensation was pain. Her body burned as hot and as the moment the thunderbird struck her with its lightning. She didn’t know where she was, if she was alive, if she was dead. She had no strength in her limbs and her eyes refused to open. ...

Interlude WM [103.5] A Soul Worth Taking Part 1

The wind howled through the Diredain Forest, carrying with it the scent of blood and fire. Snow, once pristine, was stained crimson, trampled by the dead and dying. Beyond the twisted, ice-laden trees, the war raged. Gladsheim, the sacred city of the wendigo that had fallen to druid occupation, loomed in the distance, its once-glistening spires now cracked and scorched by siege. The walls, still standing, bore the scars of war where druidic bombardments had struck. Ancient wards flickered in ...

WM [103] Sky Bridge

Bjorn had long since lost track of time which is why he had to rely on Failsafe’s timekeeping. There was no sun here, no moon, no stars to mark the passage of days. The aurora overhead never faded, shifting in its ghostly colors, casting eerie light upon the floating skylands. The distant glow of the Flaming Forest burned against the sky like an angry false sun.

Challenges rose as the mana hurricane continued to peel back the secrets of the world and yet, despite the odds, he was stil...

WM [102] Cut At The Wrist

“We are almost there, I can see the monolith from here.” Ambroz said.

“Okay,” Isin said with an airy breath. “When we get back, remember I have to be the one that talks to Nuriel. While I do go to recruit more people for a second expedition. No chips, they can’t come with us.”

“What are we going to do about the miners, the children, they can’t go on expeditions, are we just going to abandon them?” Adolf asked.

Isin turned his gaze toward the horizon, wher...

Lets Continue - Update

Sorry guys, I have been very sick the past week. Today and yesterday was the first time I have even been out of bed in a few days. Needless to say I am getting better and the worst has hopefully passed. I will be continuing writing very-very soon. So we can get through the final chapters of Wandmaker. Being sick gave me some time to think at least... The break was certainly not planned but we will resume this week but not today. I will have new chapters to make up for the lost time soon!

WM [101] Take a Nap

Weeks had passed, and Bjorn had made frustratingly little progress. There were no signs of a mana tree, no glimmer of mana crystals, just an endless, merciless struggle for survival. The vast skyland, which had initially seemed like a blessing, had turned out to be a nightmare.

The Sanguine Traveler was far from the only threat. Unlike the mindless beasts that charged headlong into danger, the creatures here were smarter. Many of them displayed a disturbing level of intelligence, huntin...

Interlude WM [100.5] Her Soul Hurt

Eira and Ragnar sat in silence at the grand dining table. It was supposed to be a family meal, but Ragnar’s usual sharp tongue was dulled by brooding silence. Their father was entangled in negotiations with the First Princess, their mother was on the frontlines, and none of it made any sense to Eira.

She was the youngest of the Salstar children, but unbeknownst to anyone, she was a regressor. Over and over again, she had lived this life, each cycle unfolding with painful familiarity, ...

WM [100] Traveler

Bjorn took a deep breath and plunged into the monolith. It wasn’t water, not really. It didn’t feel like liquid, yet it moved around him as if it were. His body passed through the stone as though it were no more solid than a dense current, yet it clung to him, pressing in on his scales like wet clay trying to swallow him whole.

Immediately, he felt blind. His limbs and tails moved smoothly, his many heads twisting and undulating as he adjusted to the strange sensation. Inside of the...

WM [99] Don’t Think About It

“You can’t seriously be thinking of going back!” Eliska screamed, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes.

Isin met her gaze, his expression unreadable, his body rigid as if bracing for a blow. They had fought about this for days, ever since he told her he was leading the return team to Echo Site 15. He had to report to Nuriel, had to convince her to release more humans to him. 

He wouldn’t tell her he already made it to the Alpha Extraction Site only that he b...

SND [25] Look Where It Got Me

Hours of brewing and relentless mana manipulation dragged on, each second stretching as exhaustion weighed down on them. Luckily Helina was a powerful mage in her own right and with her mana reserves they were quickly able to brew dozens of potions at a time. The fourth and final batch of potions was finally ready, the crimson liquid shimmering in the dim light. They were out of ingredients, their reserves utterly depleted.

Freja, Helina, and Unn, the desperate alchemy crew were drained...

SND [24] Her Skills Were Enough

Bjorn woke to darkness, his body screamed in pain, the sharp tang of blood heavy in his mouths. His thoughts were sluggish, and confused. One moment he had been breathing fire at the druid hydrokinetic mage, and the next, he was here, battered and broken. His heart pounded in his chest as a deafening rhythm which beat like hammers in his skulls.

He tried to rise, but agony flared through his body. His rear right leg throbbed, barely able to support his weight, and a deep pain lanced thr...

WM [98] Island Fever

Bjorn barely had time to prepare before the Spinefang Striders were upon him. Each of his heads gathered energy in quick succession. The rightmost one unleashed a torrent of high-pressure water, slicking the jagged ground beneath him. The island turned into a treacherous battlefield, its rocky surface now coated in a slick, unstable layer of moisture. Some of the creatures faltered, their claws scrabbling against the wet stone as they fought for traction.

His second head exhaled a golde...