To all who desire a home in this world -

Must you meet an Ember Elf to know that the ancient ways are changing, or be haunted by the past of the Dark Myr to reflect that perhaps you are as well? Must you see an Ogre stagger from blows to know that any beast can be defeated, or witness an Archai transformed in “birth” to understand that which delivers life may also yield great pain. Must you witness the ferocity of a Dwarf to fear their stillness in the storm, or spy a Halfling’s peaceful sleep to endorse their madness when it abounds. Must you tremble before the hivish Gnomes to be reminded of the realms we came from so long ago, or weep as the Skar subvert a single tree to know there are threats which may only be defeated here and now? Must you recite Avendyr's Speech of Souls to be stirred as deeply to endure in every season? I have told my own self the answer to all of these questions is "No". Yet I do not know if I believe it.

Thus, friend, if you are truly looking for a home, I compel you... Go searching for it.

- The Keeper

The Tale of Terminus

After nearly a thousand years of searching, Terminus has not surrendered her greatest secret. The inescapable shadow in the corner of every shimmering day, the tiny flame that flickers in the darkest night. The question beyond the question: “Why?” For this story is a book with countless authors, a narrative told by innumerable voices. But for every race whose ancestors were ripped from their native realms like children asleep in the night, there is that timeless dilemma.