#achades

The Tyrin were dying, whether they admitted it or not - the sacrifices they'd made to survive meant tomorrow bore no future generations of Fae... Check out the new Races post that dropped today.

RACES: THE FEYN The Long Burden There’s a strange isolation that comes from a blended heritage. When you don’t fit neatly into one box or the other, you wind up an outsider to both. This especially true if your parents come from equally proud traditions. No matter how hard you try to stand in two worlds, choosing a side feels inevitable. I tried to envision the Feyn in a similar predicament. A…

Gone are the luminous fae of myth. They're called Tyrin now, an ancient word in an ancient tongue meaning Warskin. Learn about a the new Achades race in today's update.

RACES: TYRIN Flesh of Memory Fantasy settings are lousy with Elves. I get it; we’ve all read Tolkien. But after a while, all that toothless arrogance gets a bit tedious. By contrast, fairies have a long, terrifying history of whimsical cruelty. On Achades, they are beings of pure magic. Beautiful and formless. Creatures who long ago sheathed themselves in glamorous flesh to enter the world of…

The Book of Creation is a myth. It would have to be, as none here have ever seen it... What are the Secret Origins of The Book of Creation? Find out in our new update.

SECRET ORIGINS: THE BOOK OF CREATION View from the Inside The first time I saw the world, it was from behind the pages of a book. Every chapter filled my head with impossible wonders. Worlds unseen, each with their own unique mysteries to unfold. Creations of such awesome and terrible beauty that I never bothered to look up. Even as my mom dragged me by hand, from country to country, I only…

The dead of Achades can never enjoy the luxury of everlasting peace. They will never fall upward toward eternity, never meet their gods... New Factions Update from Myopic drops today!

FACTIONS: THE BEARERS Mixing Mavens Creators in the audience know ideas are complicated. Thoughts unbidden often come to life in a collision of flavors. I love the pulps. That’s our base. Give me a hard-talking gumshoe or a thick browed Cimmerian any day. Then, stir in a healthy portion of my mom’s Catholic upbringing and the way it fetishized Mary as a conduit between the eternal and the…