Author: The Collective
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Dissolution
In shadows deep, where moonlight wanes, There dwells a fiend with dreadful stains, A monster born of whispered dread, Who steals the innocent from their bed. With a claw like a knife and eyes of coal, It prowls the night, its heart so cold, Through silent streets, it slinks unseen, A nightmare woven in the…
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Cphoonhmpha
It was when I gazed upon that accursed statue that I realized that the universe laid bare was too much to handle. That deer-skulled thing atop the time-rotted plinth was my zenith-discovery; an artefact of immense potential that despite its potential opulence, rasped deeply at my soul. Now, I can only pray that those who…
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Guidebook to Astronomy
Penned by Aereus Starro. With illustrationary efforts by Andominicus Aanthrescu. Introduction The skies of Jhuni are strange indeed; many of us are aware not of the innermost workings of our World, and the many other worlds above in our skies. I hope, that in reading this book, that this confusion is cleared up. You will…
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The Machines of Mephelon
I. Deployment There is a great disparity between the Souls of Metal and Flesh. The divergence of such stygian affairs is malevolently enigmatic, and I, a soldier of the Hekrates Mercenary Company, am ill-equipped to elucidate. Such horrors, were the ones to be faced on the last mission to ever be conducted by the Hekrates…
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The Swamp-Snails of Lakshadbi
From the loam we came; soaring, spiraling, surging from the thick muck in great swarms. Feeble we were, picked apart by the great and savage crustaceans that stalked cantankerously the mudlands. Soon, though, through miracle or magic, we began to manipulate things with only our ganglion. Opalescent energy of our creation readily and invisibly lifted…
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The Shunned of Heimdrome
The collar pressed tightly around its neck, much to its irritation. For the creature was facing penance, a crime it did not commit. Accused of defacing the Great Atlas, it was stripped of its name and fettered to some dungeon – left to rot by its kin. No longer was it known by its previous…
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Tale of the War of Lakshadbi
“Allow me to paint you the full picture,” the Elder sat on a high seat of dried bones, twigs, and feathers, wrapped into a bundle with moist twine, “Lakshadbi, once, had not great structures melting into its soil.” The chamber was carpeted with a vinewoven mat, huge and sprawling, but prickly; and itself the chamber…
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Book of Bephemiel
Field Note: This Book was found in an isolated sepulcrum located near the mountains of the Wintry South. It was guarded by 2 ophidian guardsmen wielding serrated doru and abnormally large hoplon. We attempted communication but the creatures refused to even understand our message, and our Envoy-Body was destroyed. We elected to send 3 armed…