Scholars of the mystic arts agree on few things, but one agreement is that the aether is the ocean on which all worlds drift like forlorn boats. A radical few suggest that the aether itself is yet another ship set adrift in a much deeper, darker, more frightful ocean. This nether-aether, as they call it, is a place no mortal mind can comprehend. Just as the aether is a place only a fool and madman can understand, so can the nether-aether only be grasped by those who are to the insane as the mad are to us. The greatest proof that these radicals have of their nether-aether is the shards of

Scholars have often debated whether there is indeed a god of love, or whether we have merely personified and anthropomorphised the concept of love. And if even if there is a god of love, what love is he (or she) a god of? Sexual love? Romantic love? Platonic love? Familial love? All encompassing, unconditional love? Love simply raises far too many questions for a god to satisfactorily answer. In fact, love as a concept raises more than enough questions for some scholars to claim that it simply doesn’t exist. Those who have seen Love’s Arrows in action know that all of the above is a load of old rubbish. Love is

He was created as king of the beasts and lord of all land above the sea and below the heavens. The Behemoth truly makes his name proud as he walks taller than any other creature. Dragons, trolls and giants are dwarfed by his passing, and his length puts even the kraken to shame. In ancient myths of golden days gone by, stories tell of a town that was built on the Behemoth’s back, from which they rained down bronze arrows on their enemies. Where the Behemoth walks, all other beasts tremble. Even if his size did not scare off the foolish, every animal instinctively bows towards him as their ruler. As

An unassuming silver-coloured three-holed flute, the Silver Tongued Pipe’s only decorative element is a small relief of a bearded man at the mouthpiece. To any casual observer, it would look no different from any other playing pipe. Perhaps it was an heirloom or a gift, but surely nothing nefarious. That is half of the Pipe’s magic. The other half is far more horrid. Anyone who hears the Pipe, and whom the Piper chooses, fall into a trance and obediently follow the piper anywhere like sheep to a shepherd. The piper can even encourage them on from behind like a sheepdog, or change his tune into a march to have them step

When a wise king prayed for help in ridding his lands of evil, he was bestowed with a signet ring of iron and brass. This hexagrammical signet gave him divine dominion over all manner of spirits that would infect his lands. Any decree he ordered and sealed with this heavenly ring was a milstone around the neck of those who would wish humanity harm. Soon, the wise king’s lands were rid of all demonic influence, bar one clever spirit. This spirit tempted the king into a game, and the king unwisely agreed. Soon enough, the spirit ate the ring and fled the kingdom. Such is the price of hubris. The ring