Fantasy Atlas

Every season, it seemed that those of us riders found more and more machines docking at Belltower Landing, and in turn, less riders, our own kind. Such was the state of the world, where a zeppelin could turn the tables on such a renowned profession as beast riders. Skrie never felt comfortable aroun

The mountain was treacherous. In the absence of a true safe path, the plateau had remained relatively untouched. When one made the pilgrimage up the mountainside, scaling the incredibly narrow paths winding through the inclining terrain, such a trip took days. In most cases, only prepared, lightly-b

Some songs sung in the darkest corners of each tavern ring true. When a sailor begins their sea shanty around these parts of the world, more often than not it speaks not of myth but of a true, dangerous reality. Maritime transit remains arduous, and many a soul have been lost to mishaps at sea. Neve

Hey all, Hot off the press I've got your latest and last in the water series of maps which I based off of some of the extremely old temples you see carved out of rock faces. I think actually I'm going to do the next map or two exploring the interior of these temples, let me know in the comments - or

“After weeks of soft knee deep snow the landscape starts to change. Shards of ice jut up unnaturally from the ground at odd angles. Up to 30 foot long and as sharp as blades you have to slow your pace to pick your way carefully over the ground. But perhaps the end is in sight. The snaking frozen riv