what do you know about saving the world, silly?

London, 1982. Ruination stirs in the belly of Millicent Bagnold’s England. Rumors of long-lost relics begin to ignite in the whispering shadows. Of powers untold. Of an old world rising to collide with the new. Magic is flooding forth, crackling with new danger and new energy, and all come rushing to take it, to steal it, to claim their own.

We’re so thrilled to release our first site preview– our user groups! Find them here, and let us know if you have any questions or concerns! (Remember: we can’t reveal too much; the rest is coming soon.)

London, 1982. Ruination stirs in the belly of Millicent Bagnold’s England. Rumors of long-lost relics begin to ignite in the whispering shadows. Of powers untold. Of an old world rising to collide with the new. Magic is flooding forth, crackling with new danger and new energy, and all come rushing to take it, to steal it, to claim their own.

it isn’t the storm that makes the ocean dangerous. [x]

Sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ʜᴀs ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ. ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ. ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟᴇssᴏɴs ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ᴀs ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ.