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Tales of The Nova Realm
A bite-sized fantasy/fiction podcast following the Crescent Moon Saga. An ancient evil has awakened. As tragedy follows, Hero and Company are set upon a quest to quell this darkness. Find out more at www.talesofthenovarealm.com
At the top of the peak, all covered in snow... I know not of how this encounter would go...
My lips could not move... I was too stunned to speak… I had regressed into a child who felt incredibly weak…
Toward the West I travel... From the Ar’Cona in the East... Trekking up the Wyvern’s Route... The cold grows harsh to say the least…
Days have come to pass... Not a movement has been made... Kiren was still recovering... So a journey would have to wait...
Traveling now by Portal Magic, I vanished swiftly in the night... But would I make it back to help, the voice I heard did not sound right...
Awaiting the next voyage, with peace in my heart I now stand... The Azure approaches swiftly and will return us to the Mainland...
**Contemplating our options, not by way of boat or horse... How do you move such a Being, without… more damage of course...**
**Sworn in and accepted, a 4th Ranked Wizard I now stand... Across the ocean and blue waves, I have returned to this broken land...**
**Departing from Smithwold, I had left in the night... Hearing the stories of my friends was a much needed delight...**
**Battered, bruised and slightly confused… Claiming the crystal heart, my resolve I did not lose…**
**Hopebinder at the ready, a creature wailing with hot breath... To claim this power now, I must partake in the dance of death...**
**Over sandbars I traveled as well as narrow waterways... By the time I entered the Hellfire Summit, the sun had set and taken its rays...**
**A short respite within the Ar’Cona was a much needed rest... I’ve claimed my belongings now and will be off face the test...**
**An eventful evening and an answer from the test... With the next task on the mind, it would be hard to simply rest...**
**Following the Council, I am led to another room... Would I find power through this trail or would I find doom...**
**Through the empty hallway, following Evanore’s small frame... A friend she was to me now, but for the others I cannot say the same...**
**With the Seer’s Stone device, a face has been revealed... Her name is Sorceress Evanore Grail and great power she did wield...**
**Whether the Company will be fine, this, I do not know.... But for the time being, without me they will go...**
**What to do now? Griff asked the Company again.... A simple response from Hero… To help the people of Grimdenn**
**Upon an island lost in time, Ulber’s grave is hidden within stone... Assuming a divine task, he was branded and buried alone...**
**Amongst the rocky island passageway, Hero and Company would hide... Not often comforted by darkness, but shelter it did now provide.**
**As directed by the Journeyman, the ointment was applied... Sunlight would wear off the effects, so they planned to go in at night...**
**On the edge of the Deep Woods, Hero continued without hesitation... Approaching a sign post, they soon would begin an investigation...**
**A restless night for Hero, yet restul for his friends....Almost through the Deep Woods and towards the Northern end....**
**A year's time has passed since we’ve met, my dear friends...Through woodlands and overseas, from countrysides and dead ends...**
**Nym saw freedom once more, from bonds he was released... Across the city they had traveled, through markets and back streets...**
**A storm in the distance, slowly creeping its way... Labyrinth walls change as Nemeos guides Hero through the maze...**
An apple for his friend by Griff’s sleight of hand... Lady Tilda escorts Hero, yet there is one more demand...
Their arrival was met with Nym’s quick arrest... Seeking audience with the Royal Family, so that Hero may detest...
To the Aeslothia Kingdom their wagon did arrive. Nym wasn’t met with kindness, not to Hero’s surprise... Reaching the Trading District, the ride had come to its end. Hero and Company stand awkwardly while eyes are fixed upon their Elven friend…
A Goblin Prince slain and a discovery just made... When Griff’s fear is subdued, it will change the Cleavers blade...
With twists and turns their tunnel had led...A crystal wrapped in chains, many Goblins were spread...
The group had done well, bringing a lost soul back to town...Now they must venture forth, it was not all they had found.
From Smithwold they left, traveling East as planned...Hero now holds a new shield gripped to his left hand...
Echos of his name were carried through the air...His friends had been searching, he knew they were there…
Hero had left them behind and now set out on his own... Bearing the burden himself and deciding he would do it alone...
Left behind for now, this old man would be. The three will carry on, they’ll be just fine without me.
Running through secret halls, watching their heads as they now flee....Stones falling from above, a way out you can now see...
Griff had found a passage, by means of secret tunnels in fact.. A hidden door behind the throne, careless stumbling from the back...
So much time had passed, the poor boy could not recognize...The loud voice that he had heard, Hero now sees with his own eyes...
Sun rising from the East and setting in the West...Attempting to stay calm, they are anxious at best..
Their plan had been made, in disguise they now stand... Dark robes and large hoods, snakebite marks on their left hand...
A risky retreat for our Hero and friend..From the dark tomb they emerged and out to the alleyways end...
Griff had almost made it, he was just out of reach...A few more steps forward and he would have been in the street...
As the sun rises and sets, Hero and Griff continue their search. From the smallest corners of the city, to steps of the largest church...
Smoke rising from the east, unusual indeed...I am not far now, forward bound on my steed...
Some time now has passed, about a full phase of the moon... I must conceal what we have found, I must get there and soon...
A storm so fierce, the Azuris bent to it’s will... Ingo’s pride had been damaged, but their waters lay still...
From the South is came, swells as high as the ship.... With thunder so vicious, it cracks hard like a whip...
With their joust earnings made, it had been portioned as agreed. Hero and company now have more coin than they actually might need...
After a night of celebration for bringing a joust victory to the team from the Ambershore, Hero and company had lost track of their time...
Such limited time, Hero fits for armor and horse. Not at all an easy task with what is demanded, of course...
In the morning they rose, their belongings in hand. Much work to be done, so may they set sail from this land
Emerging the Abvron Oak Woods, no longer a wolf's delight. The two cannot stop now so they must continue through the night...
Before he had slept, Hero knew something was wrong. Waking up to wolf tracks and some of their belongings now gone...
A trek through the Abvron Oak Woods will take only a few days. Before entering the forest, Griff stops with a confused gaze...
In the morning Griff led them outside of the town,
A dark and eroding residue had spread from deep within the ground
As the hours grow late, the tavern runs dry. Townsfolk have gone home, so they may rest for the night.
A burned corpse and ashes, now piled in the street. What close up and intense magic did our company just meet?
Could it get any worse, so it may seem... A horrid expression with eyes that glow green...
From around the corner they join in the fight... for Boarwich must not fall this night!
A night full of cheer without fear nor harm... Was suddenly disturbed by the sound of an alarm!
Away from the crowd our Hero is lead. Heading towards the silence, he begins to sense dread...
They went out to the fields and found only a few. But the feast must go on, so a single large boar will have to do...
A lot to be done for a festivity demands. The whole town will pitch in with most capable hands! Much can go wrong, but most foresee without a hitch. For there must be an annual celebration in the Town of Boarwich!
Through the town gates the wagon creeks by. Commotion in the night...the townsfolk wonder why?
Our Hero’s introduction begins at the end. Surrounded by chaos...silence...and friends.