Monstrous Repository

Virelune - The Unicorn

Some clearings are just clearings. This one has been waiting under moonlight for something that hasn't arrived yet.

Every bargain in the Gloomden crosses her bog eventually. She's still waiting for you to notice you already owe her something.

Follow the brightest light in the Gleaming Thicket and you might come home laughing, richer, or not at all.

The whispers in the ruins aren't wind. They're the last words of an entire city, sung on a loop.

The steam remembers being broken. It cannot remember by what — so it assumes it's you.

Three wards hold it. Three relics chain it. It has never once stopped pushing back.

The sea does not warn you twice. Neither does she.

He isn't guarding gold. He's asking if you understand what you're asking the mountain to become.

The ash doesn't shift on its own. By the time you notice the print filling in behind you, she's already gone.

It doesn't want your strength. It wants the thing you can't afford to forget.

"The dragon's blood in my veins is not a metaphor. I would prefer you remember that during this negotiation."

"If it only exploded twice during testing, it's basically finished."