The sport of Madaron first originated in the Yezamidic communities of post-Sireage Ziraam, where the mathematically precise and astronomy-informed shape of their cities’ central plazas would be a key aspect of the game’s conception.

When the world first began as a mass of molten rock, its initial architects were not the Celestials looking down from the spiraling clouds of their aethereal planet. Celes had yet to concern itself with its violent young firestorm of a moon. The world’s first true creators instead emerged from…

The red morning sky had foretold a storm, and come the storm did, with howling winds and torrential rain that flooded the riverbanks of the Tasra and the Yuzeid, battering against the city walls of Eshurad. And under the cover of the storm had come the siege. Yuzefhira knelt in…

Duration: 16th of March, Æ 9.12–2nd of May, Æ 9.32 (twenty years, one month, 18 days) Names: The Air War, the War Above, the Dirsse-Avish War, the Siege of a Generation, the Twenty Year’s Shadow Belligerents: Avinney, Dirssvein Precipitating Factors: Trade hostilities as Avinney and Dirssvein competed for control of…

Selected verses from the works of Lumora, the Matron Bard of Piramesco — (These surviving fragments of the Lumoric Poems have been translated by classicist of Cennevosian studies Gidea Vandiz.) Where now does this spirit live, if not in the heart that rests still? This life was rightly forsaken Discarded to the sea — unwed, stola and jewels — unworn Where now is…

A glass flew and shattered against the wall. The spectators were getting restless, and Roe felt the ticking clock on her next move. She’d been stalling to shore up her defense. Whatever her next offensive strike was, it had to be clean. It had to be certain. …

Few scholars find their way into such circles. — Ira woke in the library reading room to the ringing strike of the university clock tower. He felt his glasses digging into the side of his face, stirred by the vibration of the table, as each successive toll of the bell pounded against the back of his eyes. One, two…

Who told you what was down here? — Mira Klein massaged the heel of her left hand, the slow ache of it deepening in the chill of the cell. It would bruise, but by all accounts it had come away the victor — that drunken bastard’s nose hadn’t been so lucky. More importantly, she’d dragged the fight outside…

The Vicennial Air War claimed innumerable casualties unseen. — It may have been the Dirsse Ätherflotte that dropped the bomb, but Ira would always know it was thaumagraphy to blame for this. …