Nathalia Kazimirov, the younger sister of Ilayosha Kazimirov (Pathfinder) was born upon the first night of the Winter solstice much like her older brother. This odd occurence in Nocturnes culture is called "Moonlings", moonlings are often fated to have intertwined fates whether this is good or bad often differs from one tale to another. As a young mare, Nathalia showed much strength and ability unlike her older brother. She was immediately taken away to the Paladins order unlike her brother ...

The realm of the Blighted fleshed god, a horrid abomination that only existed to to the deepest and darkest desires of the mind. The origional 9 Paladins of the lost marched unto his realm, many both weaker and stronger had tried but their very spirit was crushed by the weight of this hellish plane. The abominations set forth unto Nocturne called this hell home, and only darker things lurked behind the thin barrier. It was easy to lose ones way, but even easier to lose ones mind as the darkn...

When the cold of the new dark winters grasp held the lands like talons of a bird of prey, the tribes did come together. The weary warriors banded together, silence mostly accommodated the march towards the center. The land in which the came to was known formerly as the Kings Heart. Previously a vast and endless monument to the civilization in which only existed a few moon cycles prior. T'was then, that the ritual was conducted. The various leaders of each tribe brought to the center an offer...

The War of Rats waged for what seemed like eternity. Those within the realm not only battling themselves and inner desire, but the armies of the fleshed god. The 9 tribe's of the old way, the true followers of Norturne sought to bring peace to the many people of Nocturnem. Origionally they were viewed as cultists, and outdated religious worship and such. They often found themselves in prisons and hard labour camps in the days of light. But in this era they were known to be the flickering end o...

// This will be a multi-part (hopefully series) about what I have spent too much time to be considered healthy on building. Thank you for your Patience. The somber sounds of a crackling fire filled the nights sky, the light reflecting off shimmering armor of silver and pure white. A looming figure sat upon a well worn in log, his face somewhat obscured by the fading light of the flames. However the light blue of his eyes, like that of frozen glaciers seemed to almost glow as he leaned forward...