Tales from the Other Worlds

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The Event. It sundered my world and joined it to another; one of fantastic flying ships and miraculous music boxes sending voices across the sea. "Like a mismatched holiday egg" I once heard an otherworlder call the Event. That makes it sound merry, but in truth, thousands lost their lives, and tenfold their families along the Divide, the scar where our two worlds become one.   Seventeen years have passed and most consider this new life routine, but there are exceptions. The elves, my people, wait for the day when normalcy returns, considering anything less than a century tenuous. The few dwarves that survived hold up in fortresses and wallow in grief, researching ways to reverse the Event or venture to the halves of our worlds lost almost two decades ago if they even still exist.   The rest of us, we’ve moved on. New alliances formed and cities rebuilt. But old threats re-emerged to take advantage of this chaos. It is a time for heroes from both worlds to write the next chapter of our tale.   -Folian Quinn, bard of Catheal

Meddling Gods - Reading Order

  • The Rise of Midnight
    Before the first dawn, there was nothing.
    • The Great Elf Houses
      The Universe proclaimed, “Final submissions for hegemony are due today.”
    • Reunion
      Have you heard? Have you heard? The Maiden brought a guest to our reunion.
      • Strange Bedfellows
        It was for this reason the Unrisen broke his own rule and left the Void; for this reason he had yet to return to his domain. He remained among the living to prepare champions for their great battle ahead. Or had he not returned because of—!
        • At the Little Table
          "I know why Bounty is seated at the little table. And Devourer… that’s obvious," Whiskers looked over with disgust. "But Rumor?"
          • At the Big Table
            The Mistress of Midnight, dressed in her finest nightmare black, took a seat at what was clearly the undesirable side of the old oval table. She had intended to draw no attention, not yet. Of course, it didn't work.
            • Do Not Shed a Tear
              Tir realized what covered the mountaintop, what created the dazzling light show, and he dove with reckless abandon.
              • Aftermath
                Now alone, cleaning up after the Council meeting had turned into outright warfare, Keeper sighed as she stood a chair upright only to have it fall again, a leg missing.
  • Atypical Tuesday
    "You hear a lot of things," the disheveled man responded with disinterest, drawing a bottle from an unseen pocket. It was the start of a typical Tuesday morning.