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 h...

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...

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 u...

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.&nbs...

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 opene...

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 secu...

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, wh...

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]

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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...

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 ...

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...

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 divi...

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 ...

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 satisfac...

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...

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 hi...

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 waiti...

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 sh...

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 w...

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 ...

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 ...

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...

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 lea...

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...

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 c...

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.

Immedia...

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...

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 ...

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....

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 moi...