They wade on the sea floor, ancient, more aged than anything on land. Tall, love-craftian in appearance squid-like creatures. We call them the Dread.

They appeared five years ago during a failed expansion effort into the seabed, Excavation 31. The idea was to hollow out the space and stabilize it so it can become habitable. But while the teams began their dig, readings started coming back haywire...

It watches and It waits. Peering from over a hillside pocketed within the snowfall, It observes. From the distance It can see multiple two-legged creatures in strange colors wading in and out of the fallen hubcraft. The same one It was born on, the same one that crash-landed into this planet, the same one It was launched from and now It has found once again. It shifts Its haunches side to side, cu...

Six of Sigil doesn't know mercy, doesn't forgive and never forgets. He reams through towns, ripping the weeds of insolent men out from under them. More known as tale than an actual man, Six of Sigil is more of a hero to the smaller folk than the lawless land that cradles them in its deprecated palms ever could be. The man is tall, pale, wears garb of ink-black leather with a wide brimmed hat of th...

She almost fell but luckily when Lillian's boot lost its grip, Arlow's hand was there to catch her. She stumbles herself back upright, wiping dust residue off her garb.

"Thanks." Lillian grumbled.

Arlow only gave a curt nod and continued up the mountainside. If Lillian had known this trip was going to cause her to almost die now _twice _maybe she would've stayed home. A winged creature, visually ...