Festivals & Events

And with that, all of the spirits surged together like a massive current, tearing a single tunnel through the wildfire that threatened to consume the settlement. As the spirits passed through the flames, their ephemeral bodies extinguished the fire that they touched, leaving behind a scorched but clear path of earth for the xyns to trudge through. The walls of flames around the path continued unabated; but somehow, just for now, they radiated no heat. The air wi...

A magical portal opened up at the stone shrine in Wingfell: Troia, Bravura, and Pantalaimon shot through it and crashed far into the ground, leaving behind long streaks of  disturbed earth behind them. Pantalaimon’s and Bravura’s new masks from Styr’Fa laid beside them, perfectly unscathed, though covered in dust. Pantalaimon rose up as the dust settled, shaking themself clean of the debris and panting, briefly...

Pantalaimon, Troia, and Bravura entered the portal at the stone shrine, while Chiptune and the rest of the xyns waved farewell, and the spirits around watched them. All of them vanished in an instant, and the portal did too. Each of them hurtled through an endless expanse of the sky- the world for them spun into a vortex of brilliant stars, fading moonlight, and waning magic, before everything went dark for all of the...

Pantalaimon beckoned for Troia to step by their side, as everyone watched over them. “What is it?” she asked.  Pantalaimon laughed. “I’ll need you to join me, of course! To wherever this shrine will take us. It’s what you brother showed me in his vision. I know the both of us have to do.” Troia’s mask halo always r...

The inscriptions on the stone shrine began to glow gently. Every spirit present fully materialized into view, surrounding the shrine and the xyns. Their faces were no longer aghast with apprehension, fear or longing. They seemed much calmer now. The first spirit that had appeared was also the first to speak. “Thank… you…” they said. ...

The spirits from Wingfell encircled the group of living xyns: Pantalaimon, Troia, Bravura, Chiptune, the knights that escorted them, and everyone else with their Cleff compasses. “We need to clean up this place best as we can,” repeated Pantalaimon. “I have a gut feeling that we can find something here if we do it. After all, it’s the time of the Brighthollow Banquet, isn’t it…? Spirits are wont to feel co...