MMORPG – Cult of the Malformed Fork

Mirage

Published March 12, 2026 by Leprekawn

Desolation lead me deep into a broken realm. On one side, there lay a fertile valley and fallow fields, living and the dead vied for a token of stability. Servants of one master, cursed into an unending toil while the living sheltered under those too brave to flee for safer environs.

On the other side, a wasteland of toxic rivers polluted with the waste of armies who’s ceaseless conflict had wrought nothing but danger.. or so I was told.

And yet, in the distance an impossible sight. Through the haze a phantom of impossibility over a hazy sea of death. I was called here, though I could not say why or how.

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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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..over the hills and through the woods to..

Published February 10, 2026 by Leprekawn

..more ruins. Always more ruins. It’s like the Second Age contributed only stone left to eventually crumble. I was certain there was more to this story, I just needed the proof. But that’s what all scholars yearn for. Validation.

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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.