Log Entry #1,
Our whole lives we have faced nothing but pain; something we have come to embrace. We were brought unto a world where death would have been accepted as a gift. To have been free of such anger and strife was a dream beyond anything we could comprehend. Yes, death was something we could and would never comprehend...

Gonnngg! The sound echoed through the still, warm air across the Foothills. Nine brave warriors gathered around a large fire near the entrance to the Crystal Caverns examining their weapons and armour for wear and methodically counting up supplies and equipment for the expedition ahead. A trio of Berona tigers wrestled with each other playfully...

As I stood on the hot dusty street corner, I wondered how I had gotten to this point in my day. Here it was, almost high noon, and still my customer had yet to arrive. I was more than a little worried about all the attention that the thugs and lay-abouts that frequent that part of town were giving me. I had a potion in my belt that would make them regret the day they were born should they attempt anything, but using it would blow today’s profits...

Once upon a time, when time was just a concept, and the gods were roiled in primordial soup, a primordial pebble, bludgeoning through the emptiness, struck The Black Ajah in the eye. And as he jammed his finger in and poked it out, the little pebble, imbued with godly energies, grew and grew, and became a flat-sided planet...

Yeah, whatever. You may think that I am crazy for writing this story but it is REAL! Wow, wow, put the sword down. I don't want to do anything but telling this story to you. Sit down and relax, I wont attack...

Once a little girl went to Gizedor’s place. She just brought a tape recorder with her. She was quite able to translate Gizedor’s confusing language into a simple understandable language. With a quite swift movement, she slipped through the ruins and made it to Gizedor’s...

He drifted among the desolate wastes in the Glade of Dreams. As with those of its kind, it appeared as a dark shadowy figure flitting among the dead trees that littered the area. Bacik was his name. Bemusement rippled through its mind, mingled with iniquitous pleasure as it observed the man crouched on the ground in front of Vertsida. Sweat glistened upon his brow, a mountain of a man then stood, whose name was Stormfrost, chained at the ankles...

The day of the battle dawned clear, and a bit chilly. I woke up late, and by the time I stumbled out on City Square, people were already rushing about making last minute preparations. Everywhere, people were checking that their backpacks had spaces, that their belts were full, that they had enough wraiths, and a million other little things that could go wrong at the most critical time...

Creeping forward on his belly staying as quiet as he could, Catha used every ounce of his skill to remain undetected. Brushing a clinging creeper out of his way silently, he stalked his prey. Seeing a shadow move, Catha froze on the spot. Breathing a silent sigh of relief he relaxed a little as he saw it was only a young Aboris, which had made the copse of strong oak trees his home. This was pointless. He had spent three years since his rites of manhood training under the Warlord’s head scout; this was his first big quest. He could not afford to fail no matter how trivial the task seemed...

As long as even the oldest Magmars and Humans can remember, the Kretches have been there. There were so many, they could easily have been a danger for the two races, but as they were foolish, hungry and stupid, it was never a real challenge to beat them when the Kretches started an attack on one of the villages.
But suddenly all changed...

It was raining fire and ashes the day I was born; Laytir, the god of fire, seemed to be blessing my birth, so says my mother. A festive day for the continent of Khair and for the great City of Dartrong, the celebration of Striagorn awakening for the Battle of the Dragons, is at hand...