✨From the vault of Myths and Stories by Fantasy Unchained ✨

…The chandeliers burned like captive stars above them.
Music moved through the marble halls in golden waves, laughter drifting like perfume between immortals who had forgotten what it meant…

Long before the world drowned in noise and the rush of life,

before man kind forgot how to listen,

there were those who walked in rhythm with the land.

Men, standing together.

Not rulers, not conquerors, but kin.

Hounds at…

New Year’s Eve marks a threshold, and thresholds matter.

 

Varu’kan is not angered by celebration, nor by fire or sound.

But fireworks speak AT the night, not WITH it.

The turning of the year does not ask to be startled.

By fire and rhythm the old path is found,

Feet kiss the earth to the drum of the ground.

In flicker of flame and breath of the night,

The circle is cast in ember and light.

The body remembers what…

It was on a long night of the silent season that Varu‘kan walked alone into the heart of the Frostwood, following a call only he could hear. The snow muffled every sound but the soft hum of the runes that…