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There was once a man whose whole life resolved around tragedy, fear and misfortune. Evil clouded around and picked apart everything good and pure he ever knew Every step he took something else failed, every action he would falter and … Read More

Sometimes in order to see the true nature of this world, you have to look beyond the visual into the spectrum of emotion underneath. Blind yourself to the falsehood of preconceived notions to truly see the world as it should … Read More

For as long as anyone can remember, our world has been on the eve of destruction. Chaos reigns, evil running rampant while the good are suffocated and weakened because they won’t bend the knee to a tyrant who rules through … Read More

Before I walked the halls of Olympus, before I was a pain in the ass of a grumpy old fart wrapped in bandages, I was a blue eyed innocent kid who thought he could change Arcadia with nothing but a … Read More

I’ve never been fond of photographs, they can twist memory, create false propoganda and can make the greatest tale fantastical in a world that needs legends. But sometimes they’re all the proof you need to sort fiction from reality, even … Read More

Since I can remember, there’s been a sweet yet macabre voice echoing throughout the soul of Arcadia. The strings of death have always and will always be the theme song of this world and anytime a force tries to rewrite … Read More

There was once an inventor, a blacksmith of old who could create masterpieces with the most fragile of tin. Many a legend was crafted through the tools he gave noble warriors as tales of his gift spread throughout Arcadia. Until … Read More

When I was a kid, I had a carefree existence. Never wanted for anything, always felt loved and cared for. Nothing off limits. Except for two things. The blade I hold on my shoulder. And a tiny little box that … Read More

It wasn’t long ago that I nearly walked down that path of burning vengeance trying to find the one who killed my father. Days upon months of searching through the shadows, battered and bruised wading through the scum to find … Read More

My dad used to whisk me to sleep with tales of valiant, stalwart protectors from all walks of life. I’d spend every waking moment pretending to save the world But Arcadia is a broken and soulless place that’s not fit … Read More