Across the lands of Spectra lay great constructs by ancient civilizations. Our expedition to the jungles deep in the Terrant mage’s territory uncovered many structures. All abandoned and covered in a maze of thicket. The land which Terrants occupy covers from the low-swamps to the spiny peaks. We traversed miles of it’s fertile wilds. The people of this land were kind. Speaking a dialect we could not decipher, we resolved to converse in bartering. Our supplies limited, we parted with alloy and some mirra. In turn they brought us to a relic. Hidden by the rocky elevation among the growth. This sculpture was a monument from the past. It’s use unknown.

The model of how things worked was only resolved by your presence. An ability to guide me through the worst parts of life. I needed you. Every step of the way, holding my weight. You wouldn’t let my imperfect sense of progress drag everything down. I came to understand this when you disappeared. Movements ceased to align with my goals and the regression brought a deep slump to my waking hours.

Warriors are constructed soldiers by the Mage-Cult: Collective of Exchange. They take skeletal structures and rebind them with flesh and blood. These soldiers have hardly any Essentia, but become conscripts of the Mage-Cult. Some escape and are recruit-able in the Prism Foundry. Abilities, Equipment, and Stats Mirra Blade Able to reflect magic, the Warrior’s blade […]

The first printed primer is a collection of short stories and illustrations from the world of Spectra.