Posts by The Aetolia Team

Only a day had passed since the fantastical conclusion of the Creators’ Monomachy that marked the ending of the Midnight Age before a new mystery revealed itself to the people of Sapience. Those adventurers attuned to the Plane of Death first started perceiving a string of strange killings, the nature of the victim’s demise foreign…

Satisfied with this single, exceedingly rare act of Divinely-inspired providence, the Eschaton’s clinical analysis landed then upon those Gods yet still bound in earth and soil and snow and sand, weighing the necessity of Their detainment in a flash of accelerated judgement. Its ethereal grace carried It forward to relieve Sapience’s landscape of a burden…

Sprawling out upon that shattered vista was not the mundane sky of Aetolia, but the abstract planar space where resided one of the Eschaton’s trusted hands. It shifted in time to the wordless will of Its Maker, Its incorporeal form bleeding brilliant arcana throughout Sapience in place of its still absent sun. The Abyssal reached…

Bamathis struggled to His feet and reached out towards Truth’s fading essence – a gesture made in vain, for the Eschaton soon consumed the Unbound Lord’s final offering even as It pressed the assault against His Father. The Celestine’s elusive movements slowed as the Eschaton’s imposition of reality’s constraints bound Him, ripping away chunks of…

Rage asserted itself upon Varian’s countenance as He beheld yet another depraved usurpation carried out by His manipulative Son. His eyes tracked the shimmering trails of stolen essence ripped free from countless mortals, vivid outrage setting His argent silhouette to an agitated bristle. Adopting Its Opponent’s serenity, the ethereal Eschaton paused once more to observe…

Gnawing, rampant pain stole away then at Varian’s attempt to regain His fabled composure. He once more looked to His wounded palm, His omniscient attention narrowed by the screaming agony of that pustulent mark. He seized the harmed hand’s wrist with silvery digits still splattered by Lurli’s lurid, diseased blood and twisted, orchestrating a noiseless…

A shimmering bridge of brilliant hues carved through the starfire and cosmic annihilation, a feline silhouette traversing the impossible space spanning the gulf ‘twixt terrestrial and celestial. Clutching a godslaying weapon in Her claws, Omei’s implacable journey drew Her ever nearer to a Father who finally noticed Her. In that notice was yet another moment…

Howling out a bloodcurdling groan of anguish, both at Its very unwilling existence and the frightful pestilence chained within Its enslaved essence, Zyrialith engulfed Omei in the maelstrom of virulent rot and withering, wasting disease that is Its purpose. The sickening stench of a bloated killing field left too long in the sun emanated from…

Tormented by onslaughts of prismatic lightning at the claws of nightmarish, cackling Omei, flagging Chakrasul staggered back as She drew upon Her sickly jade essence to ward away further harm. Immortal Instinct stalked nearer to Her prey, the spear clutched in Her grasp gleaming with overwhelmingly eldritch potency. A cheshire grin decorated Her sable visage,…

As bestial Haern reached out to claim the blazing trophy within Ethne’s ruined remains, a cataclysmic tide of burning light crashed down upon Him. He rolled away to avoid the worst of its searing vengeance, His wargauntlets punching craters into the marble court as He barreled away. When the blinding effulgence abated, the Unbound Lord…