30 years ago
A ship cut through the waves of the
vast ocean. A man, who was not of that world, stood on the deck.
His name was Miguel, and he had fallen through a portal to Felarya
some years ago. While he missed his native Brazil, he had grown
accustomed to life on the sea, even the massive Felaryan predators
seemed almost normal to him by this point. The very first day he had
spent in the jungles had almost been his last. He had been chased
for hours by a giant naga, who would have certai

Parvati slithered through the tall
grass of the Dustlands, her body low to the ground, moving silently
towards her prey.  It had been years since she had first been
taught to hunt by her father, and she had since grown into a
respectable huntress.  Her husband often joined her on hunts,
but he had been wounded in a skirmish with human settlers, and
couldn't accompany her on that day.  In order to provide him
with a filling meal, and with more than a little vindictiveness, she
was