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Tyria

Published March 5, 2026 by Leprekawn

Bordered in The Mists, a mythical realm where many things crawl out and seed themselves into the world.

I, Vestolo, have crossed that boundary many times. I have seen many places and I can name none of them save Tyria. I crawled out of the Mists in some strange locale so bizarre I was sure I had not escaped.

It was only the familiar feelings of solid ground, air that was both dry and refreshing. The weight of my staff assured me that I was in a place of normalcy again though I feared that time would tell another story.

I found my way to a nearby city, more of a village compared to some places I had seen, but something about it sang a true song in my mind. People there nodded as though they knew me, my passing was but another occurrence of normal things. I decided I could use a drink, food and maybe have a few questions answered.

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Inconvenient

Published February 26, 2026 by Leprekawn

I must look like the helpful sort. What that ghosts, clueless wizards and inanimate objects all ask me for help. Is it the scowl? It must be my scowl, I should work on that.

Something he said about Rilis the Twelfth scratched at the back of my mind. Like a forgotten recipe for muffins or where I left my staff. Lurking just out of reach..

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Incoherent

Published February 24, 2026 by Leprekawn

I woke up with cool salt air in my lungs and sand under my face. I might have thought it a dream if Wendel’s hot fetid breath didn’t sweep through the moment like a wild horse.

I was in Summerset, though I couldn’t remember why. I seemed to have all my things: Pants? check. Tunic? check. Staff? check. Daedric servant of a mysterious lord who’s presence I cannot elude? check.

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Do I wander with purpose?

Published February 8, 2026 by Leprekawn

Or am I driven by curiosity? It was a pleasant hike through the hills regardless, though I was left wondering if there were other kinds of Wight other than Mound Wights. The fellow in town was oddly specific.

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Unto mountain I tread

Published February 3, 2026 by Leprekawn

Through vale and cave to find a source of evil. Someone said plague though I suspected a different, no less malefic, problem.

But this cave was looking promising. I had a good feeling about this one..

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Seshinex Trailblazer

Published January 27, 2026 by Leprekawn

Many iterations, some repairs and a lot of TLC made the Seshinex Trailblazer my home. Harmonizing with a machine like this isn’t as easy as some would think. I feel like the helm pulls back on me, fighting me for control at times. What I cannot tell is where it’s going, though I can imagine why.

Deep space has a floating quality some might find disconcerting. Acrid air on some worlds makes my joints ache while the dry desert of others causes my shell to sear and crack.

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Elusive rewards, routine quests

Published January 25, 2026 by Leprekawn

While my ship is robust it needs more internal capacity. Every corner is jam packed with trinkets from a hundred stars and yet I feel the need to pick up more. This man looked like the kind who would trade efforts with rewards. Yes, just the kind of person I was looking for..

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I’ve seen some worlds..

Published October 16, 2025 by Leprekawn

..some.. The galaxy is a bag of marbles, each is so interesting with flora, fauna and the occasional Sentinel jealously guarding them from us. Surely it’s just us. Travelers.

The first visit to the Atlas will break walls in you. Your mind will open, slowly at first and then quicker as time allows. On the repeat visits you’ll understand more.

As I crawled through space I started to understand. On my 8th visit to the Atlas I wasn’t the shell it thought i was. My cloth stripped away I was as you see me.

Now as I understand myself I’m crawling more stars, finding elegance and depravity where it lay.

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