Sword of Symphonies

Welcome to The Search for Queen Bancotha, our project for the Ald-Amura Historical Society!

This week, the crew showcases Monster Care Squad as they build the veterinarians who will be pursuing the ai…

Welcome to another Cat's Cradle!

This week, we talk about a kind of nebulous concept - templating game rules. Whoa!

Our players won’t do what we want! We’re mad about it! We have guests who are also mad about it!

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History is a tale told backwards. To learn history, then, is to know the end ahead of time. It's reading the last page of a book first, finding the problem from the solution, asking the question from…

Knowing one's history is the right of all peoples. Many have had their history stolen or obfuscated from them, others have lost it. But for those who have found, uncovered, or reclaimed it, what then…

They say that when we are tired, ideas long thought conquered resurface in our minds. Doubts from long ago, memories we wish discarded, fears from trials past. What, then, resurfaces when the land it…

We are remembered most, not by great deeds or marvelous works, but by that which we teach our children. Would that we could teach only our hopes, dreams, and exuberance... but despite our best effort…

We follow the footsteps of our kin from the moment we take our first steps. We emerge glistening and wriggling and new with the path already laid before us. We know this. But what's to be gained from…

Of course, being below nature's concern is not to say that we don't shape the world around us.

While Amylte will never deign to acknowledge us, the land and life upon it certainly do. We see our past…

It is said that the Cataclysm was humanity's punishment. We had forgotten our place, they say, and the Cloudcombs' last act was to even the score. A new balance, they might continue, has been found.

I…

As you know well by now, a hundred years ago the Cloudcomb mountains melted, flooding the interior of the continent with mud, clay and stone, nearly wiping out humanity.

Life, though, is ever-resilie…

Amylte is not a world where the past sleeps soundly, never to wake again. An industrial accident in Stageport can carry its smoke and terror a century into the future. A carefully plotted ambush mean…

The horror lets out a roar of challenge, stepping forward with such force and fury that it splinters the surface of the sea ice beneath it.

Behind it, the Swarm presses forward, roused by the spin of …

Last night, under the aegis of the Temple of Gaius Gray, the crew of the Westbreaker joined the remnants of the Glacier Legion, shared a meal and an uneasy rest.

Outside the sacred labyrinth, night fe…

Miracles come in all shapes and sizes. From the tiny crusader able to single-handedly protect a handful of comrades from death in the Swarm for five years, to yesterday, when the ironclad hull of the…

In Old Rhimehopld he was called Good Father Gaius, the noble marble pillar sleeping in the labyrinth. They built their own maze-temples in their own cities so they could pray to a god who had always …

A thousand years ago there was a terrible war in Rhimehold, which was then called something quite different. And there was one nine hundred and fifty years ago, and another eight hundred ninety years…

Five years ago, the immovable Glacier Legion was shattered at the port of Naca. Some of the survivors fled down the coast.

Some, but not all.

Some were stranded among the horrors of the Wastes, alone i…

Cat's here to take the prize.

Kathleen's here to show off.

Kersten's here to be on TV.

Nick's here to wreck up the place.

Landon's here to bring the drama.

We came here to win. Join us for this new game p…