You have arrived at the threshold of a fiery portal swirling with mystical energy. Your next stride will overarch suns and galaxies and traverse that strange ether where dreams and nightmares grow. A slight effort of will, a moment's commitment to adventure -- and you will set your feet . . . on Dereth.

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A warrior discovers a sign advertising his beloved Arwic, and nearly blinds himself in his enthusiasm.

Unable to reach a friendly settlement with the town fletcher, an aspiring archer continues diplomacy through other means.

Greeting the dawn from an unfortunate lookout, an outlander recalls that the desert folk cook with something more common, and more pungent, than wood.

His humor having been excited by the insane little man, the lugian dubbed him "Sir Flat," bade him rise, shrugged, and went his way.

After the disappearance of her banderling foe, a mage contemplates an ambiguous smudge in the ravine.

Near Tou-Tou on the Peninsula east of Hebian-To, magical energy erupts from the crown of the "Lighthouse," also known to certain Sho as the Temple of Iiwah the Firebird.

Like a beacon through the nighttime storm, an Empyrean Festival Stone draws a wanderer to the site of ancient revels.

A well-coordinated fellowship pays its respects to the dead.

Seth's vassals lower their heads at yet another heroic speech.

Dereth's moons appear to float through a veil of low cloud as they cross the river west of Holtburg.

Cresting a hill near Osteth's northeastern shore, the sun burns away the high midafternoon haze.

First light and laughter then screams of terror faded long ago from these Empyrean halls.