The history, culture, and other information on Terra.
Sol’s Spine Mountain Range
As a fair portion of Corelon Zepheroth takes place in the Sol’s Spine Mountains, I thought it fitting to give a history of the mountain range and how it came into existance. In the beginning, shortly after Terra was formed. When the wandering willow and quincilus came into existance, there was a great warrior who…
Breva’s Shieldmaidens
Long ago, when queens were as equally likely to rule Nestapor as kings, the last great queen sat on the throne in Citadel Beorgar. Breva Fellhammer stood against the encroaching hordes of monsters that threatened to destroy her country. Her vanguard was composed entirely of women. Because of her courage and skill, her son lived…
The Adventurers’ Warehouse
is the largest, most well-stocked, best sourced shop chain in all of Terra. They have a shop . . . a warehouse in every capital in Terra. The owners are a cooperative of several races and classes who were once adventurers themselves. As Corelon is the center of magic and progress, it’s the home of…
The Next Generation
He drew back the bow with graceful ease. Sable eyes sighted along the shaft. He exhaled and released the string. The arrow flew straight and true, finding its mark in the beast’s heart. A small sound of victory slipped from his lips as he trotted over to recover his trophy. With effortless skill, he hoisted…
Mistress of Mischief
A dainty figure sprinted down the street followed by a pair of city guards. Somewhere overhead an excited and rapid tune swept along on the air with them. As the figure darted down a blind alley and the music changed. A tittering giggle followed along with the music. Abruptly, the two guards skidded to a…
Son of Songs
With trembling fingers, the boy picked up the worn bow and fiddle. Despite it’s size, he adjusted it on his shoulder, rested his chin lightly on the end to ensure it was secure while strategically placing his fingers, lifted his left hand, and drew the bow gently over the strings. A haunting chorus of notes…
The Girl Who Steps Up
She shifted her stance as she watched the others move the goat-skin ball down the field. Her gaze darted about as she moved between the two blazing torches that stood spaced farther apart than the others in a sizeable rectangle, except the two opposite hers. Her voice carried above the others as she called encouragement…
The Shepherd’s Invisible Son
He lounged comfortably on a lower branch of a sprawling, ancient pin oak tree at the edge of the field. His left foot dangled but was still concealed by the drooping limbs of the tree. Propped carefully against the thick bole leaned his crook. Draped from his belt hung a hand crossbow, a quiver of…
Returned Home
“Are you certain this is what you want to do?” the woman questioned as her daughter crammed her belongings into her pack. The younger elf straightened and turned to study her mother. She inclined her head slightly and chose her words carefully. “I understand why you and father chose to come here. I even understand…
Son of the Mountain Top
Wild black-brown hair fluttered in the wind as his fists clenched and unclenched on his hips. He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart. His young brow furrowed as his chocolate gaze swept from the ancient man to the buildings and grounds around them. He glanced over his shoulder to see the receding backs of his…
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