The Heavens magic and mystery bound by soul

Though this world holds and molds vast remnants of land and earth, diffused with magical psychospace, amidst the boundless cloud, to craft civilization amidst the Blue in fear of plunging to the Scarlet; in spite of the calm judgement of the twin moons Lex and Ordo above, and the combined infinity of the innumerable gods around us, all guiding those who see them; beyond the power of these truths, there remains the cruelty of time and fate. Heed close the maxim of pain – ‘What is done cannot be undone.’

  – Junah Rollingstone, Grand Vicar of Bioh, Cleric of Sacrosanct Squadron “Critical Hit”  

Though mighty worlds have risen and fallen on the same spot, where the Heavens now reside is currently inundated with the stuff of the mind, and make no mistake. The magic is all around us.

  Airships flow through the open sky, powered by quasidragon cores that grant majestic wings. Rare is the child that goes through adolescence never knowing of the arcane spells that made the world, the monsters that gave rise to the lands, and the psychological space that binds all and gives the magically-minded their gifts. These "remnants", disks of earth where humanoids go about their daily lives, hang in the balance of god-given gravity that changes permanently with the whim of the people. At night, the people peer skyward, pray to the gods, and see both the moons and the scintillating stars of the Dark Sea that inspire both the kindest dreams and darkest nightmares.   Yet, gathering still are the power-hungry, seeking the sky united by a singular truth and destiny, and dominion over an open sea vaster than the mind can picture... And to match them, there gathers heroes of the Wild Blue Yonder, who vy to halt the oncoming shadows.