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== [[Spring]] == | == [[Spring]] == | ||
Sometimes called the Primal Forest this is a Realm overflowing with life in untold variety, a Realm where things begin and are renewed second to second, but where death comes swiftly and where humankind is an interloper. [[Spring|more...]] | |||
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== [[Summer]] == | == [[Summer]] == | ||
In the realm of | In the realm of might and majesty, everything exists in a timeles moment at its idealised prime. Great oaks tower over the fields of glory, the mountains scrape the skies, the blizzards howl more terrible than any mortal storm and the dark sea is deeper than any mortal ocean. The savage beasts of legend are hunted across the rolling plains by Eternals clad in the bright panoply of youth and immortality. [[Summer|more...]] | ||
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== [[Autumn]] == | == [[Autumn]] == | ||
In the Realm of intrigue and of influence everything interweaves with everything else in a great shifting web of favour and debt. The horned Lords and Ladies compete in savage games of dominance and wealth, welcoming mortals to their councils but beware the bargains of Autumn for in the Labyrinth, nothing is simple. [[Autumn|more...]] | |||
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== [[Winter]] == | == [[Winter]] == | ||
The | The Wasteland is hungry. It is a realm of creaking dread, of hunger and nightmare without the memory of dusk or the hope of dawn. In dusty desert halls and beneath the boughs of snow-drowned forests wait the Eternals of Winter, the wise monsters who make no effort to conceal their cruel natures. It is a realm of wisdom, the cruel wisdom that comes with age and experience, the wisdom of hard choices and the certainty of death.[[Winter|more...]] | ||
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== [[Day]] == | == [[Day]] == | ||
A realm of spirit and of shining light. Where the sky and the ocean merge, in the heights and the depths, the Eternals of Day seek infinite understanding of the truths of creation. It is a realm that celebrates reason over impulse, thought over instinct, harmony over passion. It is the Realm of the higher mind, of the birth of revelation and the death of secrets. [[Day|more...]] | |||
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== [[Night]] == | == [[Night]] == | ||
A realm of spirit and of eternal darkness. Where passion rules, thought gives way to instinct, and joy and terror are both a breath away. The coiling serpents and enigmatic wyrms of Night whisper of the joy of mysteries, and of the riddles whose beauty lies in the act of unravelling rather than the revelation of the secrets held within.[[Night|more...]] | |||
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Revision as of 20:34, 31 August 2012
Spring
Sometimes called the Primal Forest this is a Realm overflowing with life in untold variety, a Realm where things begin and are renewed second to second, but where death comes swiftly and where humankind is an interloper. more...
Summer
In the realm of might and majesty, everything exists in a timeles moment at its idealised prime. Great oaks tower over the fields of glory, the mountains scrape the skies, the blizzards howl more terrible than any mortal storm and the dark sea is deeper than any mortal ocean. The savage beasts of legend are hunted across the rolling plains by Eternals clad in the bright panoply of youth and immortality. more...
Autumn
In the Realm of intrigue and of influence everything interweaves with everything else in a great shifting web of favour and debt. The horned Lords and Ladies compete in savage games of dominance and wealth, welcoming mortals to their councils but beware the bargains of Autumn for in the Labyrinth, nothing is simple. more...
Winter
The Wasteland is hungry. It is a realm of creaking dread, of hunger and nightmare without the memory of dusk or the hope of dawn. In dusty desert halls and beneath the boughs of snow-drowned forests wait the Eternals of Winter, the wise monsters who make no effort to conceal their cruel natures. It is a realm of wisdom, the cruel wisdom that comes with age and experience, the wisdom of hard choices and the certainty of death.more...
Day
A realm of spirit and of shining light. Where the sky and the ocean merge, in the heights and the depths, the Eternals of Day seek infinite understanding of the truths of creation. It is a realm that celebrates reason over impulse, thought over instinct, harmony over passion. It is the Realm of the higher mind, of the birth of revelation and the death of secrets. more...
Night
A realm of spirit and of eternal darkness. Where passion rules, thought gives way to instinct, and joy and terror are both a breath away. The coiling serpents and enigmatic wyrms of Night whisper of the joy of mysteries, and of the riddles whose beauty lies in the act of unravelling rather than the revelation of the secrets held within.more...