Sorcerous Scrutinies: Wasteland Without Epithet
Wasteland Without Epithet A System Agnostic Worldbuilding Activity Judge Toast Olan Lodestone summited one final hill, and laid his tired eyes on home. Giants stalked marble lined roadways, while lines of rolling insectoids weaved between them. A constant buzz emanated from the Hive, to the east, and the chanting of his fellow dwarves echoed out from the Quarry. He walked the orderly cobbles after making his offering to the tall ones, and greeted the Rollers with a flashy somersault. They chittered in pleasure, ever fond of the dwarven minstrel. Few of his kind ventured out of their subterranean fortress, and fewer still indulged in the customs of their neighbors. But Olan had always been unusual. So much so that the Elder Council chose him to investigate the madness of the Býflugur, the sickness of their massive hive. Olan had done so, but fear motivated his every step upon return, for it brought him closer to revealing t...
