The Ascendants

It’s easy to forget yourself in the Labyrinth. Life, that fragile thread, seems like only a second after years, perhaps centuries wandering through this infinite maze of phantom structures: a colosseum of mist-soaked black stone piled with the bodies of its sacrifices, the shell of a corroded rocket half-buried in silt, the silent beam of…

[3.5e] Fate’s Edifice

The time is midnight. You can hear the temperate breeze rustle the tips of the tall grasses, while a cacophony of natural sounds echoes around you; the staccato chittering of Highland cicadas, the warbling call of a lone dawningale, the slow, rumbling snore of something ancient underneath your feet. The sun’s rays creep just over…