Before the floods reshaped the land, the map of Tursan sprawled like a tapestry woven from ancient stories and whispers of old magic. Aged parchment marked with faded ink reveals winding forest trails, river paths,…
Xaya’s Epilogue: A faint, ghostly recording lingers in the air, caught like a whisper in the threads of magic. “As the realm trembles in its last breaths before the shift…” Xaya’s voice, soft yet steady,…
A few pages of an old journal lay strewn across the forest floor, edges frayed and ink faded by time. How odd! The handwriting is steady but whimsical, marked by the occasional doodle of leaves…
A leather bound journal documenting the ongoing saga of The Eternal Crusade.
A collection of poems celebrating the Grace of Light & Armozel, The Fifth Redeemer
If you’re ever wandering through Tursan and find yourself at the edge of the Red Woods, do come by. The Coven is always open for those curious enough to wander in, where you’ll likely find me with a grin, a stray potion in hand, and a story or two to spare. For those following along here in the Nightleaf Journal, I hope to share our tales, musings, and maybe even a few secrets tucked away in the forest shadows.