Old Trolls

Trolls are evil creatures and their life's deeds weigh upon them. After long lives they grow tired and old and they cannot carry the weight of their evil. Eventually they stop wandering and stand beneath the burden. Unmoving, they become rooted to the ground. Dry. Gnarled. With little mind left they stand in the wind and weather for all the rest of their years. ~ The World of Aihrde

Knights of Haven

The Knights of Haven settled upon the shores of the Inner Sea, protecting the pilgrims on their journies north. They built castles, simple and unadorned, to house the knights and their soldiery. ~ The World of Aihrde 

The Rimfelt

The branch of the Arc of Time flowed through the Void to his realm, and Ornduhl named it the Rimfelt. He set sorcery upon the Arc itself, so that many who were weak and evil became lost and fearful and drifted from the Arc and their path to the Endless Pools, and instead followed his path, the Rimfelt. He gathered the dead who drifted toward him and bound them to him as slaves to serve him in the Five Realms. ~ The World of Aihrde

The Lake of Ynul

The journey yields little until the end, when the Maelstrom opens up above you, the lights of her chaos casting a pale glow across the roof top mountains. Beyond lies the blue-black waters of the Lake of Ynul. ~ The World of Aihrde

The Land of Giants

The morning air clings to you, moist and cool. Somewhere to your left a crow caws; its lonely call unanswered. Otherwise, the quiet green of the forest lies undisturbed before you. But this is the Detmold, a land of giants. ~The World of Aihrde

Bleeding Skies

Beyond the rocky escarpment the horizon is sharpley defined. A dull sky torn by the serrated edges of high climbing ridges. The sky itself bleeding off into the narrow valleys The sky itself bleeding off into the narrow valleys, leaving pools of blue in the deep country. A dangerous land, the Grundliche are old mountains, home to both giants and goblins.  ~ The World of Aihrde

Her Gossamer Threads

So she gathered many of her strands together and wove them into a form of her choosing, and she hung there in the heavens as a ball of silvery light. She was named Ea-Raena, that is "the beauty of youth,' who the dwarves called Dunareu, though in after days she was called Mailahm, the Maiden of Night. ~ The Codex of Aihrde

Meadows for Borders

The forest gives way to an open meadow, perhaps a farmer's field. But there is little sign of furrows in the earth, only a fog settling over all. Somewhere in the distance a voice bellows, deep and mean, filled with a hunger that makes the coming night seem all the more dark. ~ The World of Aihrde

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Like Old Trolls

The trees stood like old trolls, straight but gnarled. And it the truth that trolls become rooted to the ground over time, weighed down by the life's evil work. Entering the forest seems reckless, but it is the only way forward. ~ The World of Aihrde

Beyond the Valley

Steeped in mist and the shadows of the early evening the valley seems wide and the trees to yield no easy path. Beyond lie the western slopes of the Voralbergs. Somewhere in that wild country stands the Witch's Tower and the Ring of Athaile. ~ The World of Aihrde