Events and Story

When Stormbringer found the obsidian in the middle of the Sparknest, she knew she had to bring Scipio. It was beautiful to look at, glossy even before polishing, a river of black glass dully reflecting the colorful bursts of the eruptions overhead. Stormbringer knew well that Scipio likely wouldn’t appreciate the aesthetics of the scene before her, but the thought only made the corners of her mouth pull into a smile, the finned crest on her head easing to lay down against the ...

It was fitting that the Festival of Stars should take place in the Sparknest, where lights bloomed to life, shooting into the sky to flare and paint the smoke-darkened canvas of the sky with colorful sparks. The Sparknest was a noisy place; the ground rumbled as magma moved beneath it, pushed by pressure towards the jagged peaks where it exploded into the sky, a rainbow array of color and light. The stone popped and cracked as it was suddenly broken, shifted, relieving the ever-heaving...

A long, slim body shot over the orchard, flying low so the branches creaked and leaves whispered sharply, waking Quercus from his slumber. At first, he tried to ignore it, but after the third pass that rocked the tree in which he slept, he reluctantly made his way above the canopy, blinking sleepy eyes against the setting sun. The first thing to notice were the two red pennants flying at her sides, at the ends of golden poles embedded in her flesh. If they at all hindered her speed, sh...

A high cackle seemed to echo and reverberate around Patchwork Orchard. Quercus picked up his head, the leaves and pine needles around his neck rustling, and the spines down his back raising in slight alarm. He could feel it in his teeth, drilling down into his skull. It made him ill-at-ease, not in a way that inspired fear, but certainly convinced him he needed to be apprised of the situation. Quercus crawled out of his most recent, warm hidey-hole: the inside of an unfilled cornucopia...