In Setentia the essence of life pulsates with sentient magic and ancient secrets waiting to be unraveled.
This realm is a mosaic of diverse cultures, each inhabited by races that speak to shape the fabric of their environment. Towering peaks whisper forgotten lore of the adventurers brave enough to scale them. Mystical forests murmur with the wisdom of ages, bringing Setentia alive with possibility.
Adventure beckons in this land where the boundaries between the mystical and the mundane blur, offering journeys that are as transformative as they are thrilling. Even the land under your feet adapts and responds to the tales told by those who traverse them. Whether it’s by resolving ancient conflicts that resonate through the haunted echoes of time, or by forging alliances with races whose knowledge could alter the course of destiny, the adventures in Setentia are limited only by the bounds of your imagination.
Setentia is a world where every step is a story, and every story is a step into the depths of enchantment and the heights of epic adventure.
Elena Hearthmist
Brews and Botanicals
The Mystic Mug was its usual self as dusk settled – a hub of chatter and clinking mugs. Old Tom, perched at his favourite corner, was reeling in a crowd with his outlandish farming stories. I’ve heard them a dozen times, but they never get old. Laughter echoed off the walls, mingling with the crackling of the hearth. It’s these sounds that make the place feel more alive, more home than home ever was.
A Sylvan Elf strolled in just as the sun dipped below the horizon. Had to duck to get those antlers through the door – quite a sight. They settled at the bar, striking up easy conversations with the regulars, their stories as entwined with nature as the branches of their antlers. I heard snippets about the Emberwood Forest – reckon that’s where they’re headed home.
When it came time to pay, the Elf’s pockets turned up empty, save for a pouch of herbs. “From deep in the forest, I hope it suffices” they said, handing it over as payment. The herbs had an intriguing scent, something that stirred a bit of curiosity in me. Why not try them in a brew? Might be an interesting change of pace…
Amid the vast, starry expanse, Galilei stands as a testament to humanity's boundless ambition and ingenuity.
Upon this lunar realm, a civilisation managed to forge a life upon the moon’s stark yet beautiful surface, defying the limits of our terrestrial existence.
Society has transcended the confines of Earth to forge a new destiny among the celestial bodies. Cutting-edge technology has blended itself with rich cultural traditions, like the dazzling lunar festivals that pay homage to the resilience and spirit of those who dared to call the moon their home. Galilei is a thriving community that has adapted and flourished in the face of challenges that would have seemed insurmountable mere generations ago.
This is the future we dared dream that will forever change your perception of what is possible when human determination meets the infinite wonders of the cosmos.
Meet Diego Ramos
At The Starting Point
Another day in Farout, But we’re almost done.
The garage is a mess of tools and the machines are never quiet, all humming with a sense of purpose. It’s a well-oiled symphony that I’ve grown to love and respect, even as I tinker with it daily. This old place has seen us through thick and thin. Today, though, it feels more alive than ever.
Huddled in the dimly lit corner, just past the shelf of scavenged solar panels, is the heart of our latest endeavour. We’re building something from the ground up – or should I say, from the dust of the lunar surface. It’s the beast, a custom moon buggy designed to take on the Galilei Lunar Endurance Race. We’ve got an engine with enough kick to send us off the moon if we’re not careful, wheels that could grip a meteorite, and a frame as sturdy as the craters themselves…
Dive into the depths of The Upper, a realm where the relentless seas shape the destiny of its people.
Here, the Drowning is not just a memory—it is a constant threat that looms over the rugged coastlines and storm-swept islands. Each wave that crashes upon the shore whispers secrets of survival and echoes tales of those lost to the deep.
In this nautical world of horror, the indomitable spirits of hardened souls brave the unforgiving waters, their lives a daily battle against nature’s fury. The haunting tales of those who have dared to journey into the heart of the tempest are etched into legend.
The Upper is a realm where the sea claims all but the brave, the cunning, and the strong—a place where only those with an unwavering resolve can hope to conquer the tempestuous tides. Will you dare to journey into the heart of the tempest?
Meet Edmund Blackwell
And the adventures of The Sovereign Gale.
The first light of dawn broke over Bastion’s port, a palette of soft oranges and pinks spreading across the sky, as if to calm the black sea. It is a few I’ve enjoyed many times over. Yet, the salt air carried more than the day’s promise; it was tinged with a chill that seemed to whisper of the challenges that lay ahead. The Sovereign Gale awaited at her berth, her hull casting long shadows on the water, her funnels cold and dormant yet eager, like the deep breath before a plunge.
Today, we are bound for Westlight many many miles away, carrying not just mundane cargo but the very essence of survival for those isolated by the harshness of the wastes. Our hold is filled with grain, cloth, coal, and medicinal herbs—items mundane in appearance, yet invaluable in the permafrost of winter. Westlight, a small speck of humanity upon a blanket of ice, relies on these shipments to weather the unforgiving cold. One wonders why such hardy men and women make their beds among the glaciers and hearths of a place so far away, I imagine for many it is the only place they can now call home. But somehow this city needs their goods as much as they need ours. I do not involve myself in the politics, merely the passage.
As the crew made their final preparations, the atmosphere was a blend of routine efficiency and underlying tension. The news had spread quickly: a Warden had been sighted along our planned course, a rare occurrence that weighed heavily on the minds of all. The Wardens, colossal guardians of the deep, are both marvel and menace, revered and feared in equal measure. Their paths are unpredictable, their intentions inscrutable. Their attacks, absolute…
Nestled in the lush, rolling hills of southern France, Château d’Ambre emerges like a vision from a bygone era.
Here lies the promise of an enchanting escape into a world brimming with romance and intrigue. This stately manor, with its sprawling vineyards and sun-dappled gardens, has been the silent witness to centuries of whispered secrets and heartrending passions. Each year, the château awakens with the vibrancy of various festivities—from the glittering New Year’s Eve Gala, where old loves rekindle and new ones ignite under fireworks-lit skies, to the enigmatic allure of the Halloween Masquerade Ball, a night where true identities are hidden and true intentions revealed.
Every corner of the Château tells a story, and every event offers a doorway to another world—a world where you can lose yourself in the romance of the French countryside, where intrigue lurks behind ornate masks, and where each moment is steeped in the possibility of new connections. Each season brings new tales of love and legacy, where every visit promises memorable encounters that could lead to lifelong stories. Will you fall for the romantic allure of Château d’Ambre? Where every guest has a love story waiting to be whispered within its halls.
Clara Mercier
Romance of a Sommelier
Today began much like any other here at Château d’Ambre – I awoke before dawn to the fragrance of lavender on the warm breeze, slipped into my uniform, and made my walk to the vineyards. I don’t think I’ve ever put down in here how vast the vineyards are, they stretch like rolling plains away from the bunk house with the chateau in the background dappled in the amber sunrise, very much earning its name, and looking like something out of the children’s books father would read to me when I was younger.
As usual I walk through the vines alone. I must be the first up and first out. While everyone here is deserving of a trainee position, only one of us will get it. And I have given up much to be here, so I must be the first one ready to work, even if my bones wish for my mattress. The dawn commute is a nice time for reflection too, to thoughts of home and how both Mother and Father would have wished for something of this acre. I must call them when possible, when I’m not so busy.
It was a simple breakfast of fresh fruit and rolled oats, they were a fine note to start the day, if a little bitter on the palette. But a nice conversation with Monsieur Baudin helped to balance it. He is a sweet old fellow and I believe is more wine than blood. He can certainly be a stern teacher, but the love he displays for these fields cannot be denied.
Look up at the stars, dive into the depths, get lost in adventures and fall in love with the characters whose lives unfold in these journals.
Infinite stories for the infinitely curious
Choose your adventure
High Fantasy
Setentia
Around every corner is an adventure, and every story take you a step closer into the depths of enchantment and legends.
Science Fiction
Galilei
Galilei LoreKeeper invites you to imagine the future of humanity, adventurous and united, making the cosmos our next great frontier.
Dark Horror
The Upper
The sea claims all but the brave, cunning and strong. Dare to journey into the tempest.
Romance
Château d’Ambre
Dive into the life at the Château, where every guest is a story waiting to be told—and loved.
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