The little green firefly keeps buzzing angrily in your ear. “Follow me, if you want to live to see the morning.” You follow it as it zips through the trees, cutting down the vines that block your path. You can still hear the howling wind, and the mocking laughter of the Wolf King behind you. But farther away now, fainter, as you follow the firefly into a still clearing. No wind or laughter here, but multitudes of little green fireflies. Lights that caper and dance all around you. “We are the Court of Mab,” the fireflies say in unison. One whispering voice, drifting toward you as if in a dream. “And you have freed our prisoner.” They tell you...
It's Halloween at your favorite club. In the middle of July. The Cavern does stuff like this all the time—throw costume parties in July, Valentine's Day parties in November. Once they did a National Grilled Cheese Day for giggles. Any excuse for a party. You're dressed up all gothy in a little black dress, batwing glasses, earrings and a Wyvern choker to match. Siouxsie Soux eat your heart out, you think, dabbing a little more black lipstick in the ladies' room. “Carmilla, hurry up!” Jenny shouts. She's in last year's costume: a vampy Dracula, complete with cape and fangs that make everything she says sound muffled. “I wanna see who wins the costume contest!” “Just give me a sec.” You smile...
In the woods, dark and deep, past the craggy peaks of le Piton Désolé, lies a lonely, crumbling castle from ages past. In the throne room sits the stately figure of the Wolf King, his hoary beard pressed to his chest, his head bowed, sleeping the sleep of ages. On his finger he wears his signet, and on his head his crown. He has been here for centuries, waiting for someone pure of heart to break the curse placed upon him by the Court of Mab. This pure-hearted warrior approaches now. You have traveled long and far to find this land. Hear the galloping of your mighty steed, and the thwicker-thwack of your vorpal blade slicing through the underbrush. Your sword,...
There is a secret little village somewhere in the world. A special little village full of witches. Now, you won’t find this village on any map, old or new, but it’s said that any true witch will find this place when it is time.“When it is time” is a subject of debate even amongst the witches of the village. Some discovered their powers and found the village when they were only children, and yet some did all of this when they were quite old. In fact, the first three witches that came to the village were all of a varying age. There was Isidora Woods, who was at the time only thirteen; Chandra Morelli, who was forty; and Ingrid Shade,...
Legend says that at the foot of a Great Tree lies the sword and helm of the viking hero, Ottarr Sigurdson. He was the hero that defeated the dragon Balefire, who terrorized the Nine Realms and brought famine, death, and destruction all across them. Balefire the Terrible was a two-headed dragon, a primordial being of chaos, fire, and destruction, that terrorized the people of the realms at the time of Creation. It is said he was born from the dark parts of mankind’s hearts, and was made into flesh, carved from the bones and flesh of those that perished in war. Ottarr Sigurdson was a hero, some say a demi-god, whose mother was the dryad Hempera and father, the Allfather himself. He grew...
